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PREFATORY NOTE 


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contents 


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I. 

A description of the ancient mansion. 

II. 

The fatal drive to Boston. 


III. 

Dr. Brooke is presented as a life-long friend of the 
family. 


IV. 

The Farrar estate falls into the hands of the Hugins 
and Bleaker families. 


V. 

Dr. Brooke’s visit to Fairfield. 


VI. 

The “D. R.” Chapter meeting. 

VII. 

The party sails on the “ Alva” from New York. 

VIII. 

Evelyn suggests building a Hospital at Newton. 

IX. 

The arrival of the steamer at Boulogne-sur-Mer. 

X. 

From Paris to the Swiss Lakes. 


XI. 

San Marco, and the Royal guest. 


Contents, Continued 

XII. 

Venice, and the Royal barge. 

XIII. 

Evelyn completes her first book for publication. 

XIV. 

In Rome. A visit to the Vatican and Sistine Chapel. 

XV. 

The Prince assents, to the suggestion for the Relief 
Fund. 

XVI. 

The Baron becomes strangely hypnotized. 

XVII. 

Evelyn and the Bernards visit Lady Percival at London. 
XVIII. 

The musicale at Lady Percival’s In Grosvenor Square. 

XIX. 

Dr. Wesley Brooke returns to America to build the 
Hospital at Newton. 

XX. 

Evelyn and the Bernards return to America after the 
Hospital is completed. 

XXI. 

Transformation of the old homestead. 

XXII. 

An unexpected visitor. 

XXIII. 

Dr. Brooke contracts the fever at the Hospital. 

XXIV. 

An unusual event at the request of the patient 


Contents, Continued 

XXV. 

Evelyn’s subsequent illness at the Sheridan Mansion. 

XXVI. 

A great change had taken place in the life of Evelyn. 
XXVII. 

The wonderful success of the juveniles abroad. 
XXVIII. 

At home with its sacred memories. 

XXIX. 

A perceptible advancement in the town of Newton. 
XXX. 

The inevitable ultimatum. 



I. 


Zbc anctent fIDansion 


"A talent can be perfected in solitude; character only in the world,” 


Scarcely half a mile from the little hamlet of 
Fairfield in Massachusetts, and about twelve 
miles from the city of Boston, might have been 
seen, until within a few years, a majestic old 
homestead which was built before the Revolu- 
tion. Previous to, and during this period, it 
was the home of Judge Abraham Faulkner, 
the head of an illustrious family, who, with the 
exception of one other, were the first settlers in 
that region. 

Owing to his superior ability, he was elected 
Clerk and Treasurer of the adjacent town of 
Newton; and was consulted, and accepted as 
the highest authority, on all vital matters per- 
taining to the welfare of the community. 
Judge Faulkner was a benevolent, learned 
gentleman; and for the advancement of the 
higher education, founded a college in close 
proximity to the town. 

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The ancient dwelling was shaded by magnifi- 
cent elms, which stretched forth their great pro- 
tecting arms on either side of the spacious 
carriage drive that wound gracefully to the 
massive entrance opening on the highway. 

Although the events recorded in this narra- 
tive have no actual connection with the Revolu- 
tion, being of quite recent date, it may be 
interesting to the reader to know something of 
the old family that lived in this famous home- 
stead during that eventful era. 

Judge Faulkner’s brilliant daughter Sarah 
married General Gerard Leffertson, governor 
of one of the States, who, during the Revolu- 
tionary War distinguished himself in many 
famous victories. His only son was also a 
brave officer who never returned from the 
battle of Lundy’s Lane, where he gave up his 
young life in fighting for the freedom of his 
country. 

The six beautiful daughters were much 
admired in society, and at the close of the 
Revolution were united in marriage with some 
of the most eminent men of that epoch. Their 
father. General Leffertson, was extremely 
large-hearted and generous to all with whom 
he came in contact, and, although a decided 
American, he possessed the universal English 
trait of wishing first to benefit his own kin and 


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3 


raise them to the level to which, by inheritance, 
they naturally belonged. Having a worthy 
nephew at Derby, Connecticut, he immediately 
sent for him to attend the fine College at New- 
ton. Young Alexander gladly accepted the 
invitation and soon became an apt scholar, 
subsequently expressing a strong desire to 
follow the sea. Before entering the Navy he 
became devotedly attached to his beautiful 
cousin Elesa Leffertson, at which time he im- 
mediately requested an interview with his uncle 
upon the subject of their marriage. The good 
General listened with all kindness to his quest, 
and was then heard to say that “Marriages 
with cousins never prosper.” His words being 
considered law, the young nephew at once 
secured a position in the Navy, eventually 
marrying a charming lady at Philadelphia, 
and, after numerous promotions, became a 
distinguished hero on one of the most famous 
of American Battle-ships. 

Meantime, the beautiful Elesa Leffertson 
married a successful and highly respected mer- 
chant of Boston, who was noted for his in- 
te ‘ and honor. 



Madam Leffertson, in consequence of the 
loss of her only son, obtained permission to 
visit the various hospitals, where she was 
blessed by many a suffering hero who came in 
touch with her soothing influence. 


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This same good lady was much admired in 
Paria while travelling with the General, and 
later in life received and entertained in this 
country the most distinguished guests of that 
period. 

Four generations had passed away ; numbers 
of the successive families having become weary 
of the old home, preferred to see the world, 
and seek their fortunes in other climes. 

The estate, meantime, became obviously 
neglected, and finally so hopelessly dilapidated 
that none of the survivors cared to restore its 
beauty. The property, in consequence, was 
considered of little value, and — the distance 
from Newton being also a serious considera- 
tion — in fact no one thought of building even 
a kennel in the immediate neighborhood. 

Mrs. Shirley Sheridan, a widow who in- 
herited the ancient mansion, had been a con- 
firmed invalid for many years. When she 
passed away little remained to bequeath to 
tier devoted daughter Evelyn but the house and 
its sacred memories. 

Evelyn Sheridan, the heroine of this narra- 
tive, thus became the possessor of the deserted 
homestead. She might well have been called 
a typical American, in the highest sense of the 
word, although she inherited from the Lanes, 
her mother’s family, the finest English in- 


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5 


stincts, with high-bred convictions inculcated 
by her grandmother, a lady who had been 
educated in London and who had unusual 
ideas as to “bringing up young women.” 
Evelyn had been carefully trained and in- 
structed at home by an English governess, 
who taught her music, French and drawing, 
in addition to the more ordinary branches. 
The girl unexpectedly developed a remarkable 
taste for painting, quite surpassing her teacher 
who fairly blushed when she heard that her 
pupil had been requested to exhibit a holly- 
hock chef -d' oeuvre at a famous Art Exhibi- 
tion. 

The first of May with its fresh sweet-scented 
verdure is always glorious in the open country. 
On one of these exhilarating days Evelyn stood 
at the west window watching the fleeting 
shadows over the fields and meadows, both 
new and old, combining the malachite and 
amber effects so lovely in the early Spring. 
The rifts of fleecy clouds on the horizon re- 
minded one of the glorious scenery in Switzer- 
land with its stupendous snow crests in the 
marvelous Wengern Alp. 

While still gazing beyond the high, circuitous 
road, two tiny specks seemed to approach 
nearer and nearer, which caused Evelyn’s 
heart to throb with the thought that it might 


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be to her they were coming. She called to her 
faithful Rubie, the “maid of all work,” be- 
queathed by her mother and charged “never to 
leave Miss Evelyn.” 

“Rubie, do come quickly; I believe cousin 
Harriet Farrar is driving over the high road 
from Boston;” at which Rubie appeared 
hurriedly, panting perceptibly with the weight 
of her heavy frame. She looked squintingly, 
then adjusted her glasses and declared most 
solemnly that, “No doubt Miss Farrar” (she 
called all women Miss) “is a-coming, and will 
be here in no time.” 

Evelyn descended the stairs to the hall to 
receive her guest, who proved to be none other 
than Mrs. Anson Farrar, an own cousin of her 
mother, they having been much like- sisters in 
their youthful days. 

Meantime the horses were prancing and 
careering over the road in a most unaccount- 
able manner; and Mrs. Farrar seemed highly 
relieved when she alighted from the equipage, 
calling to James, the coachman, that she had 
decided not to keep such spirited creatures, 
and cautioning him to go to the village to 
quiet them down before the journey home. 

“Why, Evelyn dear,” observing her unusual 
pallor, “I hope that you are really quite well;” 
and then suddenly, as if to change the subject, 
she exclaimed: 


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7 


“This is still a charming old place, although 
perhaps now and then a trifle lonely. What a 
grand thing it is to have such a beautiful 
home!” 

Evelyn greeted her cousin warmly, and they 
entered the spacious hall. 

“Now, you know, dearest, that I have not 
seen all of these beautiful rooms for some time ; 
may I look about ? ” 

“Certainly, cousin Harriet; but you must 
first see the library with the many precious 
books ; also these funny little recesses ; and we 
must not omit the quaint shaped sideboard 
with glass doors, in front of which stood 
General La Fayette on several occasions when 
entertained by my great-grandfather. General 
Leffertson. Here is the very cut-glass de- 
canter* from which La Fayette partook of a 
glass of wine.” 

“What could be lovelier,” exclaimed cousin 
Harriet; “such fine relics! Now, child, hav- 
ing seen the dining-hall and all of these charm- 
ing rooms, I should like very much to ascend 
this old staircase;” whereupon Evelyn grace- 
fully presented her lovely arm to her cousin, 
saying cheerily: 

“Allow me to escort my dear Mrs. Farrar to 
the most sacred precincts of an illustrious 


* Still in possession of the family. 


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family, who have loved and lived here for 
generations.” 

As they slowly stepped from one landing to 
another, Mrs. Farrar looked timidly into 
Evelyn’s bright face for reassurance, feeling 
that the steps were quite unsteady ,‘ and that 
the old house undoubtedly required a most 
thorough renovating. Ascending this staircase 
was much like walking upon the deck of a 
steamer during a heavy sea. Soon, however, 
the creaking sounds and swaying motion ceased, 
as they reached the upper landing to an im- 
mense octagon hall. With a sigh of relief 
Mrs. Farrar threw herself upon a comfortable 
lounge to survey the surroundings. 

“Dear me,” she remarked, “I often wonder 
if such walls could speak, what tales they might 
tell; but while I think of it, Evelyn, that stair- 
case is most unsafe; why do you not have it 
attended to at once .^” 

“Cousin Harriet, I am perfectly aware that 
it is a complete wreck. A carpenter recently 
pronounced it beyond renovating. It would 
be quite impossible for me to think of replacing 
it by a modern one,” — then with downcast 
eyes she continued sadly — “under the present 
circumstances.” 

Mrs. Farrar suddenly diverted the subject 
by walking to an open window and exclaiming : 


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9 


“ My dear, this view is worth coming out to 
see — it is really quite Italian. That charming 
pond is like a miniature lake; the vivid glow is 
extremely foreign. Most of the lakes, you 
know, in Switzerland and Italy are either 
intensely green or decidedly blue — very unlike 
our own in this country.” 

For the moment Evelyn felt that the oppor- 
tunity had come to reveal her future plans, but 
suddenly Mrs. Farrar again eluded her pur- 
pose by saying : 

“It troubles me, dear, to think of your living 
here alone. What do you propose to do with 
this great mansion.^” 

To which Evelyn at once replied : 

“The estate has been too long neglected, 
cousin Harriet, and the house is so wretchedly 
dilapidated that I fear it will be most expensive 
to renovate and make habitable. This being 
the case, I have finally decided to bar the doors 
and vacate, rather than see it crumble to dust 
in the hands of indifferent strangers. I dislike 
to be thus explicit, but my bank account has 
become very much depleted since dear 
Mamma’s illness — indeed, quite too small to 
mention — and as I have no secrets from you, 
perhaps you may care to know that only a few 
thousands remain.” 

Mrs. Farrar appeared almost alarmed, and 


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endeavored to speak, but as no word came 
to the rescue, Evelyn continued : 

“I have thought of music, also of painting; 
but it would be slow work and requires much 
cultivation. You know that I have not visited 
foreign countries brimming over with the best 
music and art. In order to be successful in 
the future, I think of joining a privately con- 
ducted party to Europe on the fifth of July.” 

“My dear Evelyn, what a preposterous idea! 
Think of your age ! A girl of nineteen years — 
only — going off with a number of strangers to 
a foreign land!” 

“Please listen, cousin Harriet; this party I 
care nothing for, as I do not yet know them. 
The lady who conducts the tour is a most 
matronly, charming person, the daughter of a 
venerable clergyman who christened many of 
our family. She has kindly offered to take 
me under her special chaperonage, to be absent 
five months, visiting many countries. The 
itinerary is a fine one, and the whole expense 
less than you can imagine.” 

As Mrs. Farrar only stared vacantly, Evelyn 
continued : 

“The chaperon who conducts the party is 
a Mrs. Maitland; she has engaged a Har- 
vard man to meet us at Brussels, to assist in 
guiding and sharing the responsibility; being 


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II 


a thorough linguist he will be a desirable ac- 
quisition. Mrs. Maitland also employs Ru- 
dolph in Paris, the famous French guide, a 
perfect encyclopedia, and he also is an excel- 
lent linguist.” 

“Remember, Evelyn, I do not approve of 
this plan. Your limited substance will soon 
become exhausted and you may return a com- 
plete wreck from sheer fatigue in travelling 
such distances.” 

After a brief interval Evelyn continued: 

“I fear, cousin Harriet, that you will be 
more astonished than ever when I tell you that, 
if I feel strong enough physically and mentally 
to carry out a literary scheme, I may request 
Mrs. Maitland to leave me in London under 
the care of reliable persons, to continue my 
studies in whatever course I shall decide upon.” 

Mrs. Farrar sighed sadly, then, seeming to 
recover herself, replied: 

“I shall try to laugh you out of this silly- 
scheme. Your beauty, child, will no doubt 
gain for you some millionaire, if you remain at 
home. Last winter, at my reception. Dr. 
Wesley Brooke, who is known to be a great 
catch, was immensely pleased with you, and 
when not by your side watched you from a 
distance in a most abstracted manner. His 
sister being ill abroad, he was cabled for the 


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next day. I believe he is expected to return 
soon to Boston.” 

Evelyn faintly smiled, remembering the 
courtesies of Dr. Brooke, and replied that if he 
were worth the wealth of India it would not 
convert him into the type of man whom she 
would select as a companion for life. 

At this decisive remark Mrs. Farrar ap- 
peared not only surprised but very much 
chagrined, saying: 

“Well, then, Evelyn, I suppose that wdth all 
your notions about progression and going 
abroad, you will never smile upon the worthy 
young curate whom you met on one occasion 
at luncheon at my house last winter. He is a 
fine young man, but remember, you must not 
trifle with his affections, or even think of him 
in a serious light, as he could not cater to your 
ambitious ideas of music and art; beside all 
sorts of things that girls think they must have ! 
He is wofully poor, having only fifteen hundred 
a year, with an invalid mother to support in the 
country. I really do think,” she continued, 
“that he was quite smitten at first sight, 
having enquired continually about you ever 
since your recent affliction. I asked him if he 
did not think this and that of you — of course 
just to hear what he would say, and you would 
have smiled could you have beheld the poor 


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13 


young man. He seemed most embarrassed, 
replying: ‘Oh, yes, certainly; I think so, that is 
— she appears as you say;’ and soon he de- 
parted most abruptly. . . . There comes 
James with the carriage; now Evelyn, one 
more word. My advice would be, not to go 
abroad; to give music and painting lessons, 
and take a few pleasant persons into your home 
to make it less desolate ; discipline, my dear, is 
good for young people, and better things may 
come of it some day.” 

Evelyn could not reply, with a heart full of 
grief, and Mrs. Farrar, to give her due credit, 
intended (if her life should be spared) to add to 
Evelyn’s pittance. She now touched her 
tenderly upon the shoulder before leaving the 
steps, saying: 

“My dear, sometime you may be happier; I 
did not know child, until to-day, just how you 
were situated, with so — ^very — little!” 

James did not dare to leave his high seat on 
the box, and Mrs. Farrar hurriedly opened the 
door of the carriage, and quickly seating her- 
self, called to Evelyn: 

“We are only testing these new horses — 
this is the last time I shall drive with them.” 
Her words seemed prophetic. 

She kissed her hand gracefully to Evelyn, 
and James had all he could do to hold the 


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furious beasts. As Evelyn watched them out 
of sight, and they were soon lost to view in 
clouds of dust, she silently offered a prayer for 
their safety. Then Rubie closed and locked 
the doors, coming at once to the assistance of 
her young mistress, feeling that in her extreme 
solitude she required immediate protection 
and all the comfort that it was possible to 
bestow. 

“Dear Miss Evelyn, everything is all barri- 
caded and the shades o’ night do kinder re- 
mind us of bright and cheery lights, which we 
can allers have in a jiffy, if I’m around.” 

Thereupon the pretty old lamps glowed 
through their roseate shades, reflecting and 
multiplying themselves in the ancient mirrors, 
resembling a fascinating kaleidoscope, or some 
enchanting fairy scene in wonderland. 


II. 


ZTbe iTatal 2)nve to Boston 


“ Forever from the hand that takes 
One blessing from us, others fall; 
And soon or late our Father makes 
His perfect recompense to all.” 


Everyone must admit that pleasant sur- 
roundings often mitigate loneliness and grief to 
an immense degree and should be gratefully 
appreciated, if one only contrasts one’s lot 
with that of many worthy souls who have not 
where to lay their heads. Still, to a lone girl 
who in this once joyous home was surrounded 
by loving kindred, she being the very centre of 
adoration, it seemed now a veritable calamity 
to find herself the last of a noble heritage, with 
nothing beyond the burden and responsibility 
of a dilapidated homestead. 

Rebecca, or Rubie Slocum, as she was called, 
had lived with Mrs. Sheridan since the birth of 
Evelyn, nineteen years. She was proud of her 
Scottish descent, having come to this country 

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when a mere child, with her entire family, 
whom she often alluded to as “ the fragment of 
a reel auld stock/' Rubie was at least fifty 
years of age, and had it not been for her huge 
frame would still have appeared young. Her 
brother Tom lived in the neighborhood of 
Fairfield and was employed as general gar- 
dener in the village, and public forester in the 
town of Newton, being sole authority on trees 
and shrubs, while he still endeavored to carry 
on a small farm of his own at a convenient 
distance from the ancient town. It was quite 
essential that Tom should cultivate a farm, if 
only for the sake of his extensive family, con- 
sisting of a thrifty wife and eight small chil- 
dren. They were well fed little ‘‘chickens” 
subsisting mostly on corn and the best pro- 
ducts of a well stocked farm. 

Their old bachelor “Uncle Jim,” the only 
brother of Tom and Rubie, was a curious 
character. His aspirations were far beyond 
his humble station; he wished to ignore the 
ordinary routine of work and jump directly 
into cultured living. This incongruity much 
resembles the ambitious Chinaman who after 
mastering the English alphabet fully expected 
to be able to read quite glibly. With evident 
pride Jim had informed his sister that instead 
of wheeling a barrow, he intended some day to 


Inherited Freedom 17 

become the proprietor of numerous teams, and 
this distinct promotion he constantly bore in 
mind hoping to realize the dream of his life. 
“Uncle Jim” had always lived with his brother, 
but was gradually crowded out of his comfort- 
able quarters by the increased dimensions of 
the Slocum family, so that Tom finally sug- 
gested his going up to the big house to enquire 
if Rubie did not think it very unsafe for Miss 
Evelyn to be without some protector at night. 
Among so many rooms they might be glad to 
stow away poor Jim in the lonesome ell, where 
he could sleep with one eye open in case of fire 
or burglars. Soon after tea Rubie was startled 
by a loud rap of the old knocker at the side 
door, and peeping out became greatly relieved 
at the sight of Jim Slocum, whom she gladly 
invited to “walk in to unce.” 

“What on earth set you out to come at this 
time o’ night, brother Jim; I should think the 
likes o’ you would be glad to take a rest arter 
dark.” 

He then told her of Tom’s plan for Miss 
Evelyn’s safety, adding a timid word for 
himself. 

“Well now, to be sure, that’s a good un,” 
said Rubie. “I’ll go straight and tell her, 
’cause I thought she looked kinder melancholy 
this very evening.” 


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In a few moments she reappeared, saying : 

“I thought she’d like the idee; — but where’s 
ye’re baggage, — sure enough?” 

Jim slowly produced from behind his coat a 
small hand bag saying that “not bein’ quite 
sartain of remaining lie only brought a few 
traps.” 

“All right, come along,” said his sister. 
“Miss Evelyn says you may have one of the 
vacant rooms in the ell; but you must be sure 
and leave your door open, so as to hear us if we 
should happen to call, although our doors are 
all locked and bolted o’ course. I sleep,” she 
continued, “in a little room leading out of Miss 
Evelyn’s, in case she requires my services. 
When I think she’s kinder restless and nervous 
like, I generally set up a sort of hackin’ cough 
just for company, you know, to let her feel 
there’s some one a-livin’ asides herself.” 

Rubie led the way through the narrow hall 
into the famous old ell, holding high in the air 
a lighted candle, while Jim appeared like a 
man suddenly elevated to a position of dis- 
tinction, as he surveyed his attractive new 
quarters. 

“This, I guess,” said his sister, “will about 
do for most any particular kind of gent’man, 
not to mention the name of Jim Slocum” — 
who replied: 


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“No trouble about me not sleeping here; 
the only danger is I’m likely to close both my 
eyes and ears and might not hear the biggest 
gun go off.” 

This last assertion did not tend to increase 
confidence in his ability to protect two lone 
females, whereupon the faithful maid hurried 
aw^ay, muttering to herself, “poor thing, he 
must be dead tired, but put to his trumps I 
guess he’d fight like a tiger.” 

She at once assured her young mistress that 
all was well, as “no danger was ever heered of 
howsomever around these parts.” Thus it 
appeared that faithful Dido, the dog, and Jim 
Slocum were all the protection that could be 
desired. 

Some time before dawn the following morn- 
ing, while Fairfield was yet shrouded in the 
shades of night, a distant moan poured forth in 
the most resounding, pleading tones, with 
almost a touch of human appeal. The moans 
were so prolonged, and seemed to come from 
such a distance, that Rubie and Jim, who were 
of course awakened and up in arms to ascer- 
tain the cause, at once decided that Farmer 
Judkins’s bloodhound had discovered some- 
thing uncanny, and was grieving over it as had 
been his accustomed habit on previous occa- 
sions; meanwhile Dido, “with look intent, and 


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ear and eye attentive bent,’’ began to respond 
in the most pitiful tones, wailing forth pro- 
phetic appeals of dismal woe. Of a sudden 
she darted forward, as if scenting a train of 
action, and disappeared from sight, the moans 
seeming to have lessened during her brief 
absence. 

Judkins farm was about two miles distant, 
and there were no other houses or near farms 
to send to in case of emergency, — so nothing 
could be done but to try and pacify the dogs 
until the trades people from the town of New- 
ton came for their orders for the day. 

Soon after breakfast a wagon was seen tear- 
ing up the drive-way driven by Tom Slocum, 
who having previously heard of the sagacious 
hounds called Rubie away from Miss Evelyn’s 
hearing and whispered: — 

“No wonder the dogs howled: — there has 
been a frightful accident down at Judkins’ late 
yesterday afternoon;” then, lowering his voice, 
he said — “Mrs. Farrar is by this time dead — 
they took her to Boston, but she was un- 
conscious, and they say she died on the road. 
James is all right, but the horses are gone up, — 
one killed outright and the other’s legs broken, 
so he had to be shot. The carriage is a wreck 
— it is awful — that bloodhound saw the poor 
beasts — no wonder he howled!” 

Rubie endeavored to check her tears and 
smothered a gulp in her throat, saying: 


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“Oh! dear knows how I can ever tell Miss 
Evelyn; every one seems to be taken away 
from the dear child ! Miss Farrar was a-going 
home from here last evening, po9r lady — it is 
too dreadful!” 

“I thought,” continued Tom, “that I’d 
better come before those newsy tradesmen get 
here; and then the morning papers, you know.’^ 

Jim loitered about the place, not going to his 
accustomed work, as Rubie thought he might 
be required in case of necessity. 

Evelyn in her usual cheery manner called to 
Rubie that Jim must not neglect his work, 
wherever it might be, as it was “quite time for 
him to start on his way to town.” Rubie 
stammeringly replied that it was all the same 
to Jim as he had nothing whatever to do at 
Newton that morning. After consulting with 
Tom and planning all sorts of ways and means 
to break the fearful news, she silently followed 
her young mistress into the library and 
cautiously alluded to the singular behavior of 
the Judkins dog, adding that Tom had just 
called to say that there had been a fearful 
accident at the farm the previous afternoon. 
Evelyn, with intuitive perception, at once 
exclaimed : 

“Cousin Harriet’s new horses! — I feared 
that her words were prophetic when she said 


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that she would not drive with them again. 
Oh! Rubie, what do you know of the acci- 
dent 

Just at that moment a little newsboy threw 
the morning paper on to the broad piazza, 
and Evelyn, after a few moments, endeavored 
to recover herself in order to read the tragic 
account with all its minute details. 


III. 


Dr. Broofte is iprescnte& as a Xifelong 
Jfrien& of tbe jfamili? 


“She had ceased to think of happiness at all; the one end of her life 
seemed to be the diminishing of sorrow to others.” 


Those of the gentler sex who have had the 
dire experience of being the only surviving 
member of a cherished family can fully ap- 
preciate the intense solitude and unattainable 
longing which accompany any sudden cal- 
amity. Robert Browning hopefully writes 
that “This world’s not blot for us, nor blank; 
it means intensely and means good; to find its 
meaning is my meat and drink.” So, after all, 
a solitary life may be sweetened by a desire to 
find its meaning, and daily increase in richness, 
becoming blessed by innumerable joys that 
surely come to those who mildly accept the 
inevitable. We may believe with the optimist 

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that all things work together for ultimate good, 
while the threads of our lives are being con- 
tinually woven into the great masterpiece of 
immortality, to be framed we know not how in 
the endless future. It has always been an 
acknowledged fact that a firm foundation is 
essential to everything in the natural and 
spiritual forces, including also the ancient 
saying which is nevertheless a true one, that, 
“constant dripping weareth away a stone,” or 
any firm foundation after a lapse of years, — 
but, how was the stone created ? In most 
cases it has not always been a silicified or 
petrified substance, but the coming in contact 
with severe elements has ossified or hardened 
it into an impenetrable mass. Thus it is with 
a young, pliable character coming under the 
best influences and yielding to the right atmos- 
phere, it necessarily becomes firm, brave and 
true. 

Evelyn’s brave young nature could only have 
been sustained in this way by her ever ready 
stronghold. She remained for some time 
motionless and partially dazed by the sudden 
news of the catastrophe. 

Mrs. Anson Farrar had been widely known 
for many years as the “wealthy widow,” 
having been left with a goodly fortune from her 
husband “old Anson,” as he was called. 


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There were no children. The very aged 
“Mother Farrar,” in consequence, was petted 
much as a child would have been, had they 
possessed one of their own. 

x\nson Farrar had two married sisters, Mrs. 
Bleaker and Mrs. Hugins, who lived in fine 
houses at the West End of Boston. Their 
daughters had been educated at the fashion- 
able schools and were entertained among the 
so-called “smart set.” They had always been 
considered eligible for almost any suitor, but 
alas! the genuine old romances of unalloyed 
friendship are visions of the past, only to be 
revived in poems and operettas as something 
quite too unreal for the present generation. 

The eligible suitors, however, were more 
essential than ever to the well-being of the 
before-mentioned nieces, the Misses Bleaker 
and their cousins, the Misses Hugins, who 
were such lavish young ladies that their papas 
had finally decided to curtail expenses, even to 
relinquishing their fine country residences. 
This was a greater blow than it at first ap- 
peared, having a most decisive effect upon 
several would-be devotees, who immediately 
changed their mode of action — the most ardent 
admirer being obliged to sail for Europe owing 
to sudden ill-health, while another became en- 
gaged to some unknown person who proved 


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to be the daughter of a very rich brewer, who 
allowed her a liberal bank account, merely, as 
it was said for “pin money.” 

There were only a few members of cousin 
Harriet’s family who felt disposed to inform 
Evelyn of the sad news. The nieces thought 
her quite too interesting — there being immi- 
nent danger of her clashing with their ambitious 
calculations. Old Lady Farrar insisted upon 
having a few lines written at once to “that 
dear, lonely Evelyn,” and desired that she 
should be sent for the following day. One of 
the nieces. Miss Dorothea Hugins, politely 
offered to write the note if Grandmother 
Farrar would kindly dictate it, saying: 

“ How should I know what to say to Evelyn ? 
She is so different to us girls, and, strange to 
say, most people seem to admire her;” while 
Bertha Hugins declared that Evelyn was 
“much too deep” for her, and “slyly monopo- 
lized the attention of every one.” As there 
was no use in arguing the point with Miss 
Bertha, Grandmother Farrar replied sadly, 
with tears which would not be restrained : — 

“ Harriet and I have always loved the child, 
and her dear mother as well.” 

That same evening Evelyn received a polite 
missive from Miss Dorothea, written in the 
most approved style, requesting her to spend 


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the following day with Grandmother Farrar. 
She little dreamed, poor child, that the old lady 
was the only true friend that remained to her 
in that family. 

The following morning Tom Slocum drove 
under the porte-cochere, with his best team bur- 
nished for the occasion to take “Miss Evelyn” 
to the train for Boston. Rubie was on the 
alert, busying herself with numberless details 
and little requisites that conduce beyond words 
to the comforts of a journey. She tucked up 
her “treasure” with a light duster, “to keep 
her pretty and clean to be sure,” as she con- 
sidered her young mistress inwardly spotless, 
and never could bear to see “ an outward and 
visible sign” of defect upon her “sweet, pure 
lily.” 

“Rubie, dear, don’t look so sad. Finish 
your bright rug before my return, and if I 
decide to remain over Sunday, you will hear 
from me tomorrow.” 

Rubie could only reply with an expression of 
gratitude, and as Evelyn waved her hand she 
found herself being suddenly transported in 
the direction of the station with the most 
astonishing rapidity. Tom all at once re- 
membered that the train left a trifle earlier, in 
consequence of which the faithful old Dobbin 
was forced to his utmost speed, and acquitted 


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himself bravely; as Tom wisely explained “he 
always fetches up on a long run.” 

Less than an hour later the train steamed 
into the station at Boston, when shortly after, 
James, the Farrar’s coachman, appeared with 
a coupe to drive “ Miss Evelyn ” to the house of 
mourning. He touched his hat most sadly and 
respectfully to the young lady, whose presence 
naturally reminded him of that eventful drive 
from Fairfield only a few days previous. He 
evidently expected her to say something rela- 
tive to the accident and, surmising his desire, 
Evelyn remarked quietly: 

“I know, James, that you will never cease to 
be grateful that your life was spared, no doubt 
for some wise purpose, — perhaps for a new ser- 
vice of which you, as yet, know nothing; but I 
am too grieved to speak of her.” 

The unfortunate James seemed much im- 
pressed by her considerate kindness, as not a 
member of the family had spoken a sympathetic 
word to him since the accident; in fact, it 
was hinted that he was a reckless driver, 
having no control of the horses, and that if he 
had managed them skilfully they would never 
have dashed into the dismal swamp. Evelyn 
sadly remembered how they had careered and 
plunged on the drive-way in front of her house, 
and also that she had heard cousin Harriet say 


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that James was a “cautious driver” and a 
“splendid whip,” as the term goes, “without 
ever wishing to make use of one.” The horses 
were only being tested and were already pro- 
nounced unsafe; the poor lady, be it remem- 
bered, had declared she would never drive 
with them again. 

On arriving at the Farrar mansion on 

St., the darkened windows with drawn drap- 
eries at once indicated a house of mourning. 
Evelyn was met by the sisters and nieces of 
cousin Harriet who were evidently in charge of 
the premises. They greeted their country 
cousin with a patronizing air and an under- 
current of coldness very distressing to a lonely 
girl whose only misfortune was to be of the 
same kin without a corresponding fortune to 
enhance her value in the eyes of those who were 
— apparently — superior. 

How character speaks in the life of such a 
girl as Evelyn we shall see later in this narra- 
tive. Misfortune it was indeed to be allied to 
these ambitious, calculating nieces, who dis- 
liked her very presence, knowing that she 
carried all before her in causing them to appear 
as they were — superficial and unreal. 

Grandmother Farrar would not allow Evelyn 
to leave her until the sad ordeal was over and 
cousin Harriet peacefully laid away. 


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What a blessing it is to a bereaved family to 
have an angel glide into their midst and say 
and do the right thing in such a way that no 
one realizes that anything is being done, and 
yet nothing is omitted. All that day there were 
many suggestions to be made for the arrange- 
ments of the sad morrow, and really no one 
person to take the initiative. The servants 
were whispering among themselves, declaring 
that Mrs. Farrar had been their good, true 
mistress, but now that the house was to be 
given up, what was to become of them ? 
Seeing that Evelyn possessed a healing balm 
for every one and everything, they appealed to 
her in tneir troubles, while she gladly quelled 
the ruflBed waters with her soothing influence. 
The atmosphere of the previously perturbed 
household became perceptibly peaceful toward 
night ; resignation reigned supreme, but no one 
realized or appreciated how the change had 
been wrought. Evelyn found that it b^ecame 
essential to assume the leadership, as floral 
gifts were being neglected, and required im- 
mediate attention. Meantime Grandmother 
Farrar suggested to the nieces that “something 
must be done at once, and Evelyn being con- 
sidered artistic would no doubt arrange every- 
thing most judiciously.” The florist had 
arrived and requested to be instructed in re- 


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gard to many details. Thus it came about 
that the Misses Hugins and Bleaker actually 
unbent toward the “country relative,” who 
proved a very angel indeed, and was only too 
rejoiced to bestow upon them all the little 
courtesies that were in her power. 

In the • 1 ■ '* ■ • prolonged 



silence 


announced 


and most unceremoniously ushered into the 
drawing-room as an old friend of the family, 
he having known Mrs. Farrar from his boy- 
hood. He was only a nominal physician, 
being the wealthy bachelor who had met 
Evelyn at the Farrar reception the night before 
he sailed for Europe; he had been sud- 
denly cabled for the following day on account 
of the serious illness of his sister in Paris. 
This sister had not lived to see her brother; 
thus he had returned to America, — he knew 
not why, unless to enjoy the soothing monotony 
of a sea voyage after his recent bereavement. 

Wesley Brooke had travelled all over the 
world. Crossing the ocean seemed to him 
only a pastime, with no perils connected with 
it. 

There were two Misses Hugins and two 
Bleaker sisters. The elder ones took the 
initiative, giving their younger sisters to under- 
stand that it was essential that they should 


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remain as figure-heads, only to be seen and not 
heard. Miss Dorothea Hugins and her cousin 
Margaret Bleaker thought it most fortunate for 
them that Evelyn had become so eflScient in 
various ways as to leave them the vantage 
ground and serene satisfaction of receiving 
the guests, this being to their minds a much 
more agreeable occupation. Miss Dorothea 
considered it her bounden duty to devote her- 
self to Dr. Brooke, giving him a most uncalled 
for and detailed account of the tragic accident. 
This conversation took place in a remote recess 
of the reception hall. Meantime, the spacious 
house became laden with ferns and huge boxes 
which the florist and Evelyn endeavored to 
uncover and arrange appropriately. 

Wesley Brooke had of course greeted her, 
but now in the midst of Miss Dorothea’s 
extreme devotion he quietly watched Evelyn’s 
graceful figure as she glided from room to 
room, suggesting to the florist artistic designs 
that otherwise never would have been carried 
into effect. Finally came Wesley’s superb 
memorial, which could only be managed by 
the florist and raised to an appropriate eleva- 
tion, where it made a magnificent centrepiece 
of beauty from which everything else seemed 
to radiate. The exquisite, womanly touch, 
however, became at once apparent in every 


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detail of arrangement. Evelyn was the one to 
be consulted; her way being considered the 
wisest, there remained nothing more to be 
desired. 

Suddenly Dr. Brooke excused himself to 
Miss Dorothea and darted forward among the 
many newcomers in the entrance hall, and 
soon found himself in the attractive atmosphere 
of Miss Sheridan in the quiet little reception 
room. She did not appear at all disturbed by 
his unexpected presence, being preoccupied by 
the details of the urgent occasion. After a 
few moments’ silence he enquired in a subdued 
tone : 

“When do you return to your home.^” 

“Monday, if possible,” she replied. “I do 
not like to leave Grandmother Farrar until 
then.” 

“ May — I be permitted to call and see you at 
Fairfield 

Evelyn at this instant saw the handsome 
face of Lindsay Livingston, as he gazed in- 
tently at her from behind the portiere. Sud- 
denly a delicate flush suffused her beautiful 
countenance, much to the surprise and pleasure 
of Dr. Brooke, as he thought her never so 
lovely, congratulating himself that his visit 
might be appreciated to say the least. In a 
quiet, frank way she at once replied: 


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“Certainly you may come, Dr. Brooke. I 
shall, of course, be pleased to see you.” 

This was said in a kindly manner, still, with 
an apparent effort at cordiality. 


IV. 


Zbe farrar Estate falls Into tbe Ibanbs 
of tbe IbUQlns anb Bleaber families 


“ What is there in this world that is half so valuable to us as to love 
one another, and to live in the hope of loving one another forever 


How fortunate it is for those parents who 
leave no children to mourn them. Sad to 
relate, and strange as it may seem, the mother- 
in-law, Evelyn, and a faithful old nurse were 
the only real mourners in the Farrar family. 
The two married sisters-in-law were much 
younger than cousin Harriet, and they stoically 
decided that “sister Harriet had lived a good 
life, and at an advanced age no doubt her time 
had come,” being also consoled with the 
thought that, dying suddenly, she could not 
have been conscious of much suffering. Then, 
too, the Farrar property was entailed and 
would now naturally fall into their possession 
from “dear, good brother Anson,” who wished 

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his hard earned money to be kept in the family. 

In recalling similar occasions, there are 
moments in the lives of many that they would 
be thankful to forget, and sometimes it is pos- 
sible to do so; but the first return to a changed, 
dreary household is something never to be 
effaced from memory. It is the reaction that 
makes the event indelible. 

Old Lady Farrar being feeble and weighted 
with grief, Evelyn felt as much concern for her 
as if she had been a young child. That sad 
evening they were alone and Madam Farrar 
expressed a wish that Evelyn might never 
leave her; “and yet, child,” she said, “you 
have your home to consider and, being young, 
I could not expect to blight your life with the 
care of a sick old woman. My small income is 
all that I shall require, and now this great 
house will be sold, no doubt, and I shall be 
taken to my daughter, Mrs. Bleaker’s home, to 
end my days.” 

That evening and night the pious old lady 
felt as if she were in the company of “All the 
Saints who from their labors rest,” with a 
living, breathing angel by her side for inspira- 
tion and comfort. What an indescribable 
bond exists between souls that are fed con- 
tinually by the love of Christ. There is a sort 
of Free Masonry of souls whose inward and 


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spiritual grace is discernible through the 
expression of the eyes, the outlook of the soul, 
revealing a heart full of sincerity and ineffable 
love. Evelyn made a beautiful picture as she 
sat on a hassock at the feet of Madam Farrar 
and tenderly quoted the most soothing words 
from the great “Book of Life.” The old lady 
suggested one of her comforting songs, but 
Evelyn, having endured a severe strain for 
many hours, did not dare to trust her voice, 
hoping for renewed strength the following 
morning when she intended to return to her 
lonely home at Fairfield. 

The early hours of that last day impercep- 
tibly glided by, while Evelyn gathered to- 
gether the most essential comforts for “dear 
Grandmother Farrar” to take to her new home 
at the B leakers. The daughter had arranged 
to send a carriage in the afternoon for her 
mother; the faithful old nurse would, of course, 
be in attendance — a sort of body-guard or 
general right-hand personage, ever ready for a 
beck and call. The simple luncheon being in 
readiness, Madam Farrar and her lovely guest 
partook of a last meal together, realizing the 
sacredness and sadness of their final tete-a-tete. 
They were not inclined, however, to linger over 
the repast, and Evelyn, feeling a strong desire 
to please her life-long friend, opened the piano 


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saying: “We did not have our song or hymn 
last evening; what shall it be to-day ? ” 

“Well, dear,” replied Madam Farrar, “my 
favorite you will find here,” indicating a 
special one in the beloved Hymnal, where- 
upon Evelyn in her sweet, sonorous voice began 
to sing “For all the Saints who from their 
labors rest.” Meanwhile the old lady sat in 
her arm-chair with bowed head, perfectly 
spell-bound. Before the last verse an unusual 
light came into her sad, dull eyes ; then quickly 
she shaded them with her hand as if to picture 
to herself a vision of the Saints. Evelyn sang 
with intense pathos, every word enunciated 
distinctly. Her voice was clear and strong, 
until at the last verse it became perceptibly 
tremulous as she sang, “Through gates of 
pearl stream in the countless host;” suddenly 
her precious mother, and a throng of dear ones 
seemed to be visible to her inner sight standing 
before the “great, white throne,” singing in 
unison. Although obviously affected, Evelyn 
still sang on, the last line being the climax, the 
very acme of everything in heaven and on 
earth! Then suddenly she regained almost 
supernatural strength in feeling that they 
might be singing with her, and raising high her 
lovely voice, with appealing eyes, repeated 
the grand conclusion of the sacred melody. 


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Soon after Evelyn had begun singing, a 
visitor had entered the hall unobserved, no one 
but the maid being aware of his presence; this 
proved to be none other than their esteemed 
friend, Lindsay Livingston. He requested 
the maid not to disturb the ladies. He had, of 
course, heard the glorious hymn which made 
an indelible impression — shall we say that it 
alone made an impression The fair singer 
might not have sung so well had she known 
that the reverend guest was quite as spell- 
bound as the old lady. She had veiled her 
eyes, while he had never used his to better ad- 
vantage, watching the changing expressions on 
her charming face and drinking in the delicious 
tones of her fascinating voice as though they 
were divinely inspired. When Evelyn realized 
that he had been a listener she could only say: 

“I am sorry that we were not aware of your 
presence; it must have been extremely un- 
comfortable for you in that gloomy hall.” 

“Not at all,” he replied; “I heard, and that 
was enough — it matters not where I stood.” 

Madam Farrar insisted upon his being made 
more at ease, placing him in a luxurious chair 
and directing the maid to bring cake and wine 
with refreshing tea. Meantime the hour of 
parting drew near. Lindsay Livingston had 
been charmed with his visit, the object of 


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which was, as he said, to enquire for Madam 
Farrar, who assured him that his visit was 
most opportune as she was shortly expecting 
the carriage which was to transfer her to her 
new home at the B leakers. 

“Miss Sheridan,” he enquired, “when do 
you leave 

“Very soon,” she replied; “you know that 
country ladies have to catch trains.” 

“The carriage for Madam Farrar” was now 
announced by the maid, and Mr. Livingston, 
realizing that he could be of no service to the 
ladies, took his departure. Before leaving, 
however, he approached Evelyn saying: “I 
shall hope to have the pleasure of seeing you 
at Fairfield;” to which Evelyn replied natur- 
ally that he would be a “most welcome guest.” 

Commonplace words in themselvesj signify 
little, but to young people who are mutually 
interested every word counts. There is a — 
certain — emphasis, a sort of mental telegraphy, 
transmitted through the organs of sight as well 
as of sound. Two prosaic persons possessing 
intrinsic worth might appreciate each other 
immensely, but not understanding this mental 
telegraphy or any of the electrical methods of 
the twentieth century, are pretty sure to be 
laid on the shelf like dusty volumes, perhaps 
even placed side by side, each retaining a self 


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poise like a coat of armor, that no arrow of 
Cupid could possibly penetrate. Such per- 
sons do well in their generation, but inwardly 
bewail their lonely fate in not being properly 
understood even by those with whom they are 
intimately connected. Armor for every day 
life is, to say the least, uncomfortable; and 
wiser it is to throw off artificiality and become 
natural — to be what one is, rather than to seem 
to be what one is not; ever remembering the 
blessed injunction in extending the right hand 
of fellowship to all with whom one comes in 
contact. 

Nothing can be more grievously trying to 
advanced age than to be compelled almost 
literally to take up one’s bed and walk. It 
matters not how luxurious the new home may 
be, for with extreme age there often comes an 
utter indifference to worldly splendor. Madam 
Farrar had been devotedly attached to her son 
Anson’s wife, quite as much as to her own 
daughters, although she never would allow 
herself to admit the fact, while Harriet had 
bestowed most of her time and affection upon 
the mother-in-law, petting her like a child, 
never having possessed one of her own. 

At parting Evelyn whispered consolingly: 

“You are going to your very own daughter’s 
home and her people will be your people, so of 
course you will be happy.” 


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The old lady could not reply and after a 
silent embrace sank exhausted among the 
cushions of the carriage, to be driven appar- 
ently to her final abiding place. 

The house was then left in charge of a few 
faithful servants until the sisters of the deceased 
Anson Farrar should be lawfully empowered to 
take possession of all that belonged to them. 
Evelyn gathered her wraps together and felt a 
sense of relief that her recent sad duties were 
at an end, longing for the quiet of her own 
home, and inwardly deciding that it was a sin 
to consider herself desolate. 

Tom Slocum, with his glistening team only 
used for “ comp’ny ’casions ”, appeared on time 
at the Newton station to drive “Miss Evelyn” 
to Fairfield. His good-natured, ruddy coun- 
tenance was sufiScient welcome, although he 
insisted upon announcing the fact that he Was 
“right glad she’d come at last as Ruble had 
near gone clean out of her senses for fear of 
some evil like a-f ailing on her mistress.” 

The fresh breeze through the blossoming 
trees imbued the atmosphere with an exhilarat- 
ing and inspiring fragrance. Spring was at its 
height and the country glowed with promising 
indications for a plentiful harvest. The breezy 
drive brought back the roses to Evelyn’s 
cheeks, which heightened a tout ensemble of 


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the finest type of American beauty. On ap- 
proaching her home she saw the faithful maid 
on the steps, in the attitude of a statue, with 
extended hands and tearful eyes, it being 
evident that she could not speak. Evelyn 
smilingly greeted her, saying, “You see, dear 
Rubie, that I have, arrived safe and sound.” 
Whereupon the “statue’s” tearful eyes gave 
her brother a sly look of warning equivalent 
to saying, “never breathe of my anxiety;” but 
the act had been already committed. Tom 
and his family were never known to keep a 
secret, the cautious Rubie being the only excep- 
tion. Evelyn, quickly perceiving the panto- 
mime, decided at once not to allude to the 
harmless assertion concerning his sister’s un- 
tiring solicitude. 


V. 

S>r. Broofte ’0 IDtait to 3fa^rf^el^ 


“Oh! love was never yet without 
The pang, the agony, the doubt.” 


It is quite essential that our heroine, Evelyn 
Sheridan, should be described as to physique as 
well as to character, although in the opinion of 
many physique and character have nothing 
whatever to do with each other. In most 
cases deformity of physique is accompanied by 
beauty of character, while beauty of form is 
frequently marred by deformity of character. 
Still, a pure, holy, young life is often endowed 
with a fine physique, rendering more and more 
attractive the indwelling loveliness and purity. 
Purity and holiness are the greatest beautifiers 
and do not fade, being ineradicably bound up 
with the soul itself to which they belong through 
all eternity. 

Evelyn Sheridan was gracefully slender, 
appearing at times almost a tall woman, though 

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as a matter of fact she was of medium height, 
not towering above others, still never con- 
sidered 'petite. Her features were regular; 
her chestnut brown hair was brushed simply 
over a low forehead, where it grew in natural 
waves and became almost golden in the sun- 
light. Her eyes were of a light hazel, blending 
well with her hair, yet frequently assuming a 
cerulean hue. Her complexion of the finest 
texture was delicate in the extreme, often 
heightened by a charming coloring indicative 
of perfect health. Evelyn was thus externally 
equipped for the social world. She cared very 
little for mere appearance, thinking con- 
tinually of how she might make the most of her 
advantages to help those who were less for- 
tunate than herself. 

Dr. Wesley Brooke lazily descended the steps 
of the public library when he suddenly en- 
countered his friend Lindsay Livingston. 
After a cordial greeting. Dr. Brooke congratu- 
lated him upon the recent Farrar legacy left to 
the church ; alluding also to his personal wind- 
fall — ^the sum of ten thousand dollars, saying 
that he wished “it had been twice that amount. 
Mrs. Farrar fully intended to make a codicil 
I hear, in favor of her cousin. Miss Evelyn 
Sheridan, but you see how wrong it is to pro- 
crastinate in such matters.” 


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Lindsay could not easily reply, being com- 
pletely overwhelmed with surprise at the 
thought that he — only a friend — should have 
been considered, and even preferred to a 
worthy and beautiful relative, with little or no 
maintenance for her young life. 

“By the way, Mr. Livingston, would you 
like to drive out there with me ? I mean to see 
the old house at Fairfield — they say it is worth 
seeing; a Revolutionary relic, you know.” 

“I shall be glad to drive with you to Fair- 
field; having heard of the interesting old 
mansion, I would like very much to see it.” 

They raised their hats deferentially and each 
went his separate way, meditating quite dif- 
ferently, as may be supposed. Wesley Brooke 
at once selfishly wished that he had not invited 
Lindsay to accompany him on a visit that he 
had so long planned exclusively for himself, 
not caring to share it with another, especially 
with one who possessed the peculiar attractions 
of Lindsay Livingston. Lindsay, meanwhile, 
was occupied with high and lofty thoughts in 
regard to justice and the fitness of things, ask- 
ing himself if it were right to accept what should 
have been given to another quite as worthy as 
himself ? 

Almost two weeks had passed when Evelyn 
received a kind note from Grandmother Far- 


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rar, with a package containing a very magnifi- 
cent diamond crescent and valuable watch 
studded with diamonds which cousin Harriet 
had left to Evelyn’s mother ten years previous, 
who wished them to be kept for her daughter. 
“These remembrances, dear Evelyn,” wrote 
Grandmother Farrar, “I knew about from 
Harriet many years ago, and have insisted on 
their being sent to you at once. I grieve to say, 
dear child, that she never made the codicil for 
your benefit; its execution, you know, was pre- 
vented by her accident and sudden death. 
Her visit to you that last, sad day, was for the 
express purpose of ascertaining your exact 
position. I hope, dear Evelyn, that you will 
not think ill of our precious Harriet, who loved 
you devotedly, which is the reason of my being 
thus explicit as to the true state of the case.” 

One beautiful afternoon on the first day of 
June, carriage wheels were heard over the high 
road and Evelyn, remembering that it was her 
birthday, with almost childish vivacity sprang 
to the upper balcony and discerned a high 
English dog-cart driven by Dr. Wesley Brooke. 

When one’s sacred anniversaries are mysteri- 
ously discovered and appreciatively recognized 
by a new friend, there comes at once a bond of 
fellowship that is akin to love, a bond appar- 
ently occult and most insidious, as if one’s 


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innermost thoughts belonged to another, be- 
yond all questioning. Dr. Brooke had recently 
called on Grandmother Farrar, and hearing 
her casually say that “June first was dear 
Evelyn’s birthday,” he secured a large box of 
American Beauties and ordered his horses for 
a drive to Fairfield. He came unattended by 
his coachman, thinking that the latter would 
be decidedly de trop^ and fortunately for him 
the ever ready Jim Slocum appeared in the nick 
of time to drive the horses to the stable, 
promising to look out for them “all right, in- 
deed, sir;” but suddenly discovering the great 
box, captured it and sprang forward, saying: 
“I think, sir, you forgot this ’ere something.” 

Wesley grasped the box, seeming a little 
distrait for an instant, yet being a man of the 
world, quickly turned to his hostess with a 
merry laugh, and said: 

“Why, this is not mine; it belongs to Miss 
Evelyn — her birthday roses.” 

They entered the hall, and if the box had 
been already opened one might have supposed 
that the crimson reflection of the American 
Beauties had heightened the exquisite bloom 
upon Evelyn’s face. Meanwhile, as Dr. Brooke 
endeavored to disentangle the roses from their 
resting place, she secretly wondered for a 
moment how it were possible that her birthday 


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could have been known to such a slight 
acquaintance ! 

Wesley Brooke was graduated from Har- 
vard College at the age of twenty-one. After 
travelling a year in Europe at the request of his 
father, he visited many of the finest hospitals 
abroad preparatory to a course at the Harvard 
Medical School, where he was subsequently 
graduated among the brilliant men of his class, 
often being told by the members of the faculty 
that he was a “born physician.” During this 
period his parents passed away, leaving a 
large fortune to be divided between Wesley 
and a maiden .sister, who had recently died in 
Paris of fever contracted in Rome. 

“Dr. Brooke,” for so he was called by his 
associates, might have been a valuable acquisi- 
tion to the medical faculty and eminently use- 
ful as a practising physician, considered, as he 
was, specially gifted in his chosen work; but 
finding himself alone in the world, with the 
care of increasing possessions, the income of 
which could not be easily disposed of, he de- 
cided not to bring his talents into practice, 
nor did he wish to stand in the way of any other 
fellow-student who might financially be less 
fortunate. 

Thus, having ample time at his disposal, he 
thought nothing of crossing the Atlantic when- 


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ever the desire seized him, visiting many his- 
toric castles on the Rhine, remaining some time 
at Coblenz and at Cologne, where he collected 
a choice variety of relics, sketched the weird 
scenery and visited the marvelous Cathedral 
with its numerous and elaborate turrets — the 
one which remained for years unfinished and 
was finally completed at a fabulous expendi- 
ture. Here also (in Cologne) he became 
extremely interested in producing several fine 
sketches of the ancient and historic church of 
St. Ursula, supposed to contain the bones of 
eleven thousand virgins. Having travelled 
all over the Continent, Dr. Brooke soon found 
himself so burdened with relics that from time 
to time his art treasures were carefully packed 
and sent to America. In this pleasurable way 
of travelling he became a lover of art and a 
cultivated antiquarian. There is, however, an 
end to all material things; being weary of 
travel, and not having any special aim in life, 
he finally sighed for the atmosphere of his 
native land. 

Let us now return to the old mansion at 
Newton, where we left Evelyn and Dr. Brooke 
standing in front of the massive entrance, the 
grand old doors of which were thrown invit- 
ingly open, leading into the spacious hall. Eve- 
lyn was completely laden with flowers, like a 


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statue of Flora; her gown of white nun’s veiling 
gracefully draped in clinging folds, resembled 
sculptured marble fresh from the chisel of a 
master hand. There were no ornaments worn 
and not a touch of color, only the simple white 
drapery. Wesley Brooke seemed like one 
perfectly spell-bound; he could not speak for 
an instant — to him the “ ideal woman ” was the 
central figure. The fiowers, their fragrance, 
the old Copleys and relics all crowded in upon 
his vision — a tableau vivant never to be effaced 
from memory. Realizing the expediency of a 
hasty return to his normal condition, he 
exclaimed with enthusiasm: 

“ I had no idea of the beauty and grandeur of 
this historical old mansion; it is indeed a 
Revolutionary relic.” 

Evelyn’s faithful maid at once took posses- 
sion of the gorgeous roses, while Wesley sprang 
forward and, seizing a single specimen of rare 
loveliness, requested Evelyn to wear it, specially 
for his sake. The flower was gracefully ac- 
cepted and with some difficulty she placed the 
thorny stem in her belt ribbon. Wesley, 
thinking it insecure and wishing to place it 
more becomingly, suggested pinning it upon 
her lovely white chiffon, placing it there him- 
self in the most approved manner. 

To a connoisseur these art treasures and 


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relics of the Revolution were indeed a rare 
treat. Realizing that Dr. Brooke thoroughly- 
appreciated the surroundings, and that these 
sacred heirlooms were of the utmost interest to 
him as an antiquarian, Evelyn became, as 
usual on such occasions, quite in her element, 
describing in detail many historic treasures 
which had descended to her from past genera- 
tions. Dr. Brooke at once determined to 
remain until the cool of the evening and to 
drive back to the city by moonlight. 

They sat on the broad piazza under the deep 
blue canopy of a cloudless sky, watching the 
* iterrupted occasion- 



Evelyn broke the 


silence by saying: 

“I must enjoy this dear home as much as 
possible, as scarcely five weeks remain before*! 
sail for Europe.” 

At this announcement Wesley Brooke seemed 
very much disturbed. 

“With whom do you sail. Miss Evelyn he 
asked. 

Whereupon she explained her proposed plan 
of joining a conducted party for five months, 
simply to gain information of foreign scenes for 
future use in carrying out a literary scheme in 
London. Wesley was not prepared for this 
grievous disappointment ; indeed it was almost 


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a shock to his usually strong nerves, being a 
man who was never thwarted under any con- 
ditions, assuring himself always that he could 
secure anything and everything that he de- 
sired, even through payment of fabulous sums, 
if essential to his well-being. 

After a brief silence he replied: 

“Do you think that in leaving your home 
you will be happier Is it because of your 
loneliness 

Evelyn looked him full in the face with her 
beautiful eyes glowing in the moonlight: 

“It is quite natural,” she said, “that you. 
Dr. Brooke, and many others, should consider 
me erratic in leaving this dear home to travel 
with strangers, but some day it may come to 
light that my object has been a good one.” 
The silence invited her to go on. “How 
wrong it would be to remain here, if it were 
possible to do so, when by grasping an oppor- 
tunity for foreign travel I might become fitted 
to increase my advantages — I may say, bless- 
ings — and help to make the world better for 
my existence. I must do something for the 
many, many souls who are suffering for the 
want of an outstretched hand! Dr. Brooke, 
do you realize what a privilege it is to be rich ? ” 

Being a thoroughly practical man in regard 
to his wealth he could not easily frame a reply* 


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Having only a vague idea of her real meaning, 
and thinking only of the extent of his fortune, 
in an instant he realized how safe it would be 
to bestow his worldly goods upon one so wise, 
beautiful and gifted. Wesley suddenly 
changed his position and stood for a moment 
opposite to Evelyn as if to expand his confused 
ideas and place them in a pleasing groove to 
win, if possible, the fairest of the fair. 

“May I sit here.^” he said,' seeing a vacant 
chair by her side. The smile of assent being 
suflficient he found himself near enough to 
become eloquent; not being quite sure of his 
ground, however, and thinking it wiser to feel 
his way, he said a little huskily : 

“Why do you consider it a privilege to be 
rich ? ” 

Knowing he was a stoical, practical man, 
having no power to imagine anything beyond a 
material sense of the phrase, she replied as if in 
explanation : 

think it a privilege if wealth is rightly 
made use of — no rnan truly owns anything 
except that which he consecrates to the service 
of God and his fellow-men.” 

At this revelation from his “ideal” Wesley 
Brooke became impressed with a sense of his 
utter unworthiness. His past life seemed a 
blank. He indeed possessed nothing, never 


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having consecrated anything to his fellow- 
beings, much less to the glory of God. He 
drew a deep sigh, as if recovering from the 
weight of a heavy burden, then said: 

“Miss Evelyn, I had something quite dif- 
ferent to say to you this evening, and now I can 
only ask, what will you advise me to do that I 
may become worthy.^” 

Evelyn mistook his meaning, thinking that 
he wished only to become worthy in consecrat- 
ing his life to his fellow-men. She did not 
think for a moment of herself, but replied : 

“If I were you. Dr. Brooke, I should be 
almost overburdened with work. What a 
blessing you could be to thousands!’’ 

Wesley’s train of thought w’as quite different 
from Evelyn’s. He feared only that she 
might consider him indolent, occupation under 
all conditions being essential to manliness. 

“Miss Evelyn,” he earnestly replied, “you 
have not yet answered my question. I wish 
deeply to become worthy of your — friendship. 
I would relinquish a great deal for your sake, 
although it must not be considered a sacrifice, 
because in pleasing you it would be my happi- 
ness.” He continued in a low tone: “How 
— may — I — become worthy ? ” 

She did not even then realize his exact mean- 
ing, but replied: 


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“ The most essential thing in life is to become 
worthy of ourselves, of the great charge in our 
keeping for the advancement of God’s king- 
dom upon earth. This is surely a sacred in- 
junction, and universally taught, from the 
cradle. ‘Thy kingdom come — on earth as it 
is in heaven.’” After a brief silence she con- 
tinued: “There are some who have rare 
opportunities of extending to many the right 
hand of fellowship, following the method of our 
Divine Master, ‘ scattering truth and leaving it 
to germinate in the minds of men’. It is also 
possible for every human being to contribute 
a ray toward the Royal Diadem, as by a miracle 
even a cup of cold water given in His Name 
becomes a spiritual gem. You know,” she 
continued, in a sweet, subdued tone, “the 
Divine touch mysteriously changes a simple, 
material thing into a secret, priceless blessing. 
To become worthy then. Dr. Brooke, we must 
not expect reward for well doing, or to be 
benefited in any way for what should at once 
become a privilege and grateful duty in the 
cause of righteousness.” 

Evelyn leaned against the back of the great 
armchair, resting her lovely head with perfect 
composure, then silently folding her hands 
with evident serenity waited for her electrified 
guest to reply. Meanwhile Wesley Brooke 


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had become overwhelmed with a sense of 
absolute littleness and utter inferiority to the 
only woman whom he had ever loved so pro- 
foundly that he would have made any sacrifice 
to convince her of his devotion. Impetuously 
he arose and stood before his ideal and gazed 
into her lovely eyes with reverent admiration 
and love; then suddenly, as if to shake olT the 
old Adam and free himself from his former 
indolence, he restlessly strode back and forth 
from one end of the piazza to the other. 

The silver glow of the placid moon, com- 
bined with Evelyn’s quiet influence and strong 
personality, soon brought a soothing balm to 
his over- wrought nerves. Gradually he began 
to realize the lateness of the hour, and the 
perilous drive home without a coachman; and 
he feared that he had wearied Miss Evelyn 
with an unusually prolonged visit. These 
being his reflections he almost abruptly ex- 
cused himself for being thus thoughtless 
and inconsiderate of her welfare. The horses 
were ordered, and Dr. Brooke expressed a 
strong desire to repeat his visit in order to 
continue the subject of “Life Work,” which 
was indeed a revelation, as it had never ap- 
pealed to him in any form whatever. 


VI. 


Zbc 2). 1R. Chapter fiDeetinQ. 


The Freedom that shall endure through ages emanates from the 
Giver of life. 


A few weeks only remained to perform the 
many final duties connected with the breaking 
up of an old estate. The portraits and historic 
paintings were to be sent to a Loan Exhibition, 
and given in charge of a friend ; also the relics 
and other works of art, it not being considered 
safe to leave them unprotected. A few of the 
antique furnishings were to remain untouched 
until such time as Evelyn might be fortunate 
enough to be able to renovate the old mansion. 
Before dismantling the home of its treasures, 
Evelyn determined to open the doors to the 
many who had never dared to ask permission 
to enter the precincts of the Revolutionary 
dwelling. 

Her first thought was for the poor Slocum 
family, whose children were her special care 
at the chapel on Sundays. Phoebe Slocum 
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and her brother Rob were quite superior to 
the other children of the family, possessing an 
innate love of the beautiful in nature. Rob 
endeavored assiduously to reproduce on canvas 
everything that impressed him favorably, while 
poor little Phoebe indulged in visions of better 
things which were quite beyond the reach of 
their limited means. Evelyn, knowing this, 
had determined at some future day, if it were 
possible, to assist them substantially. 

An invitation was speedily sent to the Slocum 
farm, including the entire family of eight 
juveniles, to pass the following afternoon. 
Another missive was despatched to the Jud- 
kins farm requesting the presence of the six 
young children. As this was the first invitation 
of any kind that had ever found its way to 
these isolated families, the agitation on receiv- 
ing it may be imagined ! Arrangements 
were at once made to lengthen the skirt of 
Matilda Ann’s muslin frock, while one of 
Mother Slocum’s dresses was hurriedly trans- 
formed into a most approved party gown for 
Phoebe, who was considered by all to be the 
flower of the family. Little was left for the 
younger ones, but bibs and aprons were de- 
vised to cover patched homespun materials — 
literally “air-looms” — and very | much the 
worse for wear. 


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The Judkins children were called together 
and informed of their good fortune in being in- 
cluded in the party up at the grand house. A 
dress rehearsal was held on the previous even- 
ing with instructions as to “comp’ny be- 
havior,” that no mistakes might be made on 
such a momentous occasion. 

Meantime a marquee or light canopy was set 
up on the grounds to protect the children dur- 
ing the heat of the day, and here were cooling 
refreshments arranged by Rubie, who was 
constantly on the alert, feeling the pride of kin- 
ship in her brother’s children. The day was 
mellow and not uncomfortably warm. Vege- 
tation seemed to be at its height. The wild 
flowers were luxuriant and sweet-brier roses 
everywhere scented the atmosphere of Fairfield. 

As Evelyn was in the garden arranging little 
bouquets the children appeared marching two 
by two with measured quickstep, hand in hand 
much like toy soldiers. It was a comical sight 
as the fourteen guests approached the gate. 
Young Robert Slocum, taking the initiative as 
leader of the fantastic procession, left the ranks 
and raising his hat advanced toward the hostess 
presenting her with a mysterious package, 
saying: 

“This, Miss Evelyn, is a sketch that I have 
made of your home.” 


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The recipient was much surprised and 
pleased at the sight of an accurate and artistic 
drawing of her beloved homestead. After an 
appreciative acknowledgement of its genuine 
merit, and warm thanks to the gifted but un- 
tutored artist, they entered the hall to behold 
a revelation of wonders. Robert, the young 
artist in embryo, was entranced as he gazed at 
the old Copleys and many of the ancient Digby 
landscapes which had been brought from Eng- 
land more than a century ago. Evelyn stood 
by the side of this youthful enthusiast, and 
realized what his young life might become had 
he only a strong arm to carry him over the tide 
to success. She gave him all the information 
he sought, assuring him of her desire and inten- 
tion, if possible, to advance his work. Not 
wishing to appear partial to only those who 
interested her, she requested little Polly to sing 
her favorite song, whereupon the child hung 
her pretty head and declared that her “big 
sister Phoebe” knew “a lot of verses,” hoping 
by this piece of information to change the cur- 
rent of conversation and thus be relieved of 
the obligation to “show off.” This little con- 
trivance was adroitly managed as the elder 
“sister Phoebe” being questioned, explained 
that, during her school vacation and while at 
work in the village factory, she had noticed 


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that many of the weary girls employed at the 
looms were often sadly disheartened when a 
mistake was made. Upon leaving the factory 
Phoebe wrote a few lines of encouragement for 
her young friends who were obliged to continue 
their laborious routine. With little persuasion 
Phoebe repeated her first poem, which was 
received by the juvenile audience with lively 
applause. 

For an immature girl of twelve years these 
lines certainly promised much — a foreshadow- 
ing, possibly, of a brilliant future — and Evelyn 
felt impressed with the thought that, with 
proper guidance and education, Phoebe might 
some day put her talents to good use and pos- 
sibly become famous. The glorious afternoon 
had been all that was propitious and most 
enjoyable, and made an indelible impression 
upon the minds of these restricted country 
juveniles. 

The “Daughters of the Revolution” who 
were members of the “ Sarah Leffertson Chap- 
ter” had arranged with Evelyn for a society 
meeting at her home the previous year, but 
her mother’s prolonged illness had prevented 
the execution of the plan. Although late in 
the season Evelyn decided to reserve a day for 
those of the Chapter who were still at home, as 
well as for the general public. This she con- 


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sidered a duty to her ancestors — once more, 
and perhaps finally to entertain those who 
devotedly cherished their memory. 

Cards of invitation were speedily issued by 
the Chapter for a certain day and hour on the 
following week. It was an ordeal for Evelyn, 
so soon before the dismantling and breaking up 
of the beloved home, but circumstances and 
even the weather proved opportune. It was 
a glorious day upon which the doors and lattices 
were thrown attractively open, filling the rooms 
with the aroma of honeysuckle and clematis, 
while continuous melodies from warbling birds 
served as a charming symphony to enliven the 
occasion. The lovely hostess appeared to be- 
long to her inherited surroundings, apparently 
formed to fit her position harmoniously. 

The previous day she sent a special card to 
the young curate, Lindsay Livingston, request- 
ing his presence. There not being time to 
reply by note he decided to accept in person. 
Soon alter the other guests had arrived Mr. 
Livingston entered the hall, being the only 
“Son of the Revolution” present. He was 
not at all dismayed, however, by the clamor of 
female voices, which soon subsided as they 
were requested to come to order by the dis- 
tinguished Regent. After the various papers 
had been read and the announcements made 


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known, the members became desirous to ex- 
amine the relics and enjoy the portraits of 
Revolutionary fame, while a few were more 
intent upon traversing the rambling old house 
in order to discover the many curious recesses 
and hidden cupboards so. customary a century 

As Lindsay Livingston had been notified 
only on the previous day he had not had time 
to prepare an address for the occasion; he 
however thought it possible that, as he was a 
“Son of the Revolution” and a guest of the 
“Daughters,” they might expect him to greet 
the Chapter with at least a few remarks. The 
Regent consulted with the hostess as to the 
appropriateness of inviting Mr. Livingston to 
speak to the “Daughters”, in consideration of 
his being a “Son of the Revolution” and chap- 
lain of a Chapter. While driving to the house 
he had wished that he might be able to suggest 
something that would promote the welfare of 
the Society. After a few words with the 
Regent and subsequent introduction to the 
members, Mr. Livingston with dignified grace 
rst greeted the Regent and then politely 
saluted the “Daughters.” All eyes were 
directed toward the speaker who with clear 
resonance of voice began by saying: 

“ I will only detain you a few moments, and 
take for my topic ‘Inherited Freedom.’ 


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“This grand and beautiful word, Freedom, 
is greatly abused and wrongly interpreted. 
Foreigners, for instance, who are restricted in 
their own country, often think that if they can 
only paddle their way to America it will be 
quite easy to live as they please — in liberty. 
Freedom of speech and freedom of living in 
every sense of the word are most attractive to 
the minds of many who do not understand their 
true meaning. A country that is freed from a 
monarchical government and one that has also 
freed itself from the yoke of slavery! These 
well known facts we may not now dw ell upon ; 
yet we must not pass them by without realizing 
that they come down to us as an inheritance 
for which we thank God, not losing thought of 
our brave ancestors who fought the good fight 
for the freedom of this land. 

“I wish first to speak to you of your illus- 
trious forefathers ; possibly there are many who 
believe that they inherit freedom only through 
their united deeds of bravery and valor. It is 
indeed loyal and most natural to honor those 
who have sacrificed their lives for this grand 
and glorious country, making it free and peace- 
ful for us to dwell in, but this is not the ‘In- 
herited Freedom’ of which I would like to 
speak to you this afternoon. It is quite another 
freedom, which belongs to every human being 


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throughout Christendom, coming as it does 
only through Christ, who, ‘by His sacrifice 
once offered, freed the world from the bondage 
of sin.’ ‘Inherited Freedom’ then is uni- 
versal and comes down to us through the same 
loving Christ, not only while we tarry here but 
forever through eternity. Let us not lose 
sight, then, my sisters, of the true meaning of 
‘Inherited Freedom,’ which signifies much 
more to us than we as mortals are able fully to 
comprehend.” 

After these impressive words Lindsay Liv- 
ingston retired into a quiet recess leading to the 
great hall. For a few moments silence reigned, 
as no one wished to disturb the solemn in- 
fiuence of a subject so entirely new to a Chapter 
meeting held by the Daughters of Freedom. 
Evelyn Sheridan remained for a few moments 
like one in a trance until the Regent gracefully 
arose and broke the silence by saying: 

“I think, ladies, that we have all been very 
much impressed by what we have just heara 
from a ‘Son of the Revolution.’ It has in- 
deed been a revelation to many of us, naturally 
prone as we are to love the freedom of our land ; 
the danger is great however, if we dwell too 
much upon the transitory freedom derived 
from material things.” 

In a few moments the grand old mansion 


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67 


fairly vibrated with the swell of a hundred 
voices as they sang “America,” which ter- 
minated for the Chapter a memorable occasion. 
Although Lindsay Livingston would have 
enjoyed lingering longer in the atmosphere of 
the fascinating mansion, he thought it ex- 
pedient to take a hasty departure, realizing that 
Evelyn’s feelings were much more to be con- 
sidered than his; meanwhile she silently 
thanked him for his wise discretion and digni- 
fied demeanor. 


VII. 


ITbc ipart^ Sails on tbe aiva from 
flew IPorb 


“Nor deem the irrevocable past 
As wholly wasted, wholly vain 
If, rising on its wrecks, at last 
To something nobler we attain.” 


Only a week remained before the sailing of 
the “Alva” on the fifth of July from New 
York. The private European party was under 
the chaperonage of Mrs. Maitland, who 
agreed to take Evelyn under her special care 
Being a woman of strong motherly instincts 
she was greatly drawn to one whose beauty 
and loneliness sadly required a protector. 

There are always a thousand last things to do 
and as many more words to say before sailing 
for Europe. One does not feel quite at ease in 
regard to trifling details for several days 
previous to the day of departure. There is 
always an anxiety as to the possibility of 
omitting matters of vital importance, especially 
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if one has unavoidable interruptions in the 
midst of final arrangements. 

Old Lady Farrar became fondly attached 
to the faithful maid, Rubie, and had written to 
Evelyn to say that her friend the curate, 
Lindsay Livingston, would like just such a 
person as Rubie Slocum to wait upon his in- 
valid mother in the country; whereupon, the 
position being considered a desirable one, 
Rubie accepted the offer and resigned herself 
to the mournful occupation of watching her 
young mistress from one room to another, 
with an expression of gloom. Evelyn cheerily 
endeavored to rally her spirits, declaring that 
before many weeks Rubie would be devoted 
to Mrs. Livingston without a trace of regret 
for her recent dilapidated home. “In a few 
years,” she continued, speaking to Rubie, “you 
may possibly find me here, but then I shall 
have no claim upon you if your new home 
with Mrs. Livingston is preferable to mine.” 

Rubie, poor soul, bravely checked her tears, 
but could not reply. Three days only re- 
mained before the party were to sail from New 
York, and on one of these days the clatter- 
ing of horses’ hoofs was heard on the highway. 
It appeared that Wesley Brooke and Lindsay 
Livingston were driving toward the old man- 
sion. The coachman drove into the shade 


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under the sheltering elms, which indicated 
that their visit would be a brief one. The 
visitors alighted, walking a short distance to 
the broad piazza. Here Evelyn was seated at 
a small table surrounded by writing materials, 
being in the midst of farewell missives and 
final injunctions in regard to the care of her 
home. The young men were simultaneously 
impressed with this charming picture of 
womanly grace. On seeing her guests, Evelyn 
came forward with a dignity and repose of 
manner that would have done credit to a 
princess. Extending her hand she exclaimed : 

“This is indeed an unexpected pleasure, so 
shortly before I leave America.” 

Lindsay Livingston and Dr. Brooke were 
totally different types of men, and this fact 
impressed itself on the mind of Evelyn as they 
came together. Wesley Brooke had a purpose 
in wishing his friend Lindsay Livingston to 
accompany him on this farewell visit. He had 
heard of his being favored with an invitation to 
the recent “D. R.” reception, and that he had 
made himself quite a hero upon that occasion. 

After the customary stereotyped greetings, 
they comfortably seated themselves on the 
grand old veranda. Lindsay Livingston en- 
quired as to the day and hour of sailing, and 
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adding that he trusted that Mrs. Maitland 
might always be relied upon as a responsible 
chaperon. To all of his questions Evelyn 
replied with confidence and composure. It 
did not take long for Brooke to realize that he 
had a decided rival in the person of his friend, 
and he suddenly electrified his hearers by 
announcing his intention of sailing on the same 
steamer. Lindsay Livingston mildly enquired 
if Dr. Brooke had engaged his passage, suggest- 
ing that, as the steamer was a desirable one, it 
might be diflicult to secure a state-room. 
Brooke contented himself with the reflection 
that money will overcome almost any obstacle 
and, tapping the balcony in a nonchalant man- 
ner with his Derby he replied that he had 
crossed several times on the “Alva,” and within 
a few weeks had written to reserve a state-room 
whether he sailed or not; “it being always,” he 
observed, “a wise thing to do you know. I 
think now, that without doubt I shall have the 
pleasure of sailing on the same steamer with 
Miss Evelyn, — that is, if she has no objection 
to my following in her train.” 

With childlike simplicity Evelyn clapped her 
hands in applause, saying gladly: 

“Now I shall have a friend at Court among 
a host of strangers!” 

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a compliment, reflected Dr. Brooke, when, to 
his surprise, Lindsay Livingston magnani- 
mously uttered an exclamation of pleasure, 
thinking only of Evelyn’s happiness and safety 
among people who were wholly unknown to 
her, with the exception of the excellent chaperon . 
She glanced at Lindsay’s fine face, and with her 
usual keen perception saw there an expression 
of disinterestedness mingled with satisfaction 
in the thought of her well-being. From that 
moment Evelyn understood his secret, unsel- 
fish devotion to her. For some time she had 
been convinced of his preference for her society, 
and yet at this crucial moment he seemed 
absolutely happy and willing to resign her to 
the protection of another — not, however, she 
felt sure, with the thought of losing her alto- 
gether. Oh no ; such men know their strength, 
which is greater than the power of mere riches. 

Afternoon tea being served, the maid fur- 
tively eyed her prospective master; then, 
dropping a curtsy, respectfully reminded 
“Miss Evelyn” to arrange for her journey to 
the country home of Madam Livingston. 
This important matter being at once decided, 
the coachman was summoned and the guests 
departed, Livingston smilingly waving his 
hand and saying: “I shall hope to see you 
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his Derby, being quite satisfied with the 
superior advantage of the steamer. 

That evening the trunks and boxes were 
despatched to various places of safety. The 
house now bereft of its treasures seemed hollow 
indeed and dreary to behold. Ruble busied 
herself with numberless details conducive to 
the comfort of her young mistress, while 
Evelyn glided into her beloved sanctum, 
remaining there a full hour, undisturbed by 
the sound of the world, to gain new strength 
to leave all that she loved in order to breathe a 
higher, broader life in a foreign land. 

The following morning the keys were given 
finally to the faithful Slocum family, with all 
necessary injunctions in regard to the care of 
her home. Evelyn appeared a very bird long- 
ing for freedom, while the disconsolate Ruble 
scarcely dared to raise her tearful eyes for fear 
of a sudden overflow. 

Mrs. Maitland and her party of ladies were 
waiting at the station, and steamer trunks, 
having preceded their various owners, were 
taken in charge by Mr. Harold Perkins, who 
attended to the luggage in New York, prepara- 
tory to sailing. Mr. Perkins was graduated at 
Harvard, and a few years subsequently had 
taken a course at Heidelburg; thus he was 
considered an efficient guide. Only a brief 


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time remained for parting words when sud- 
denly a manly form was seen descending the 
steps to the platform of the station, which 
proved to be none other than Lindsay Living- 
ston. Miss Margaret Bleaker with her young 
sister had preceded Evelyn, secretly expecting 
without doubt to capture their friend Dr. 
Brooke at the station, hoping to induce him 
to return to their attractive home for a drive 
and late dinner. They did not dream that he 
was already on his way to New York, feeling, as 
he did, a little uncertain of securing comfortable 
quarters on the “Alva.” 

Lindsay Livingston greeted the Misses 
Bleaker cordially and immediately enquired for 
Miss Evelyn, who proved to be nearer than 
he had expected, as he immediately discovered 
her lovely head in the sunlight, above the 
shoulder of little Miss Bleaker. She smilingly 
returned his greeting, when he called her a 
“very Flora indeed,” as she found it diflScult 
to secure in both hands great bunches of violets, 
lilies and roses. One bunch of violets which 
seemed most precious, she detached and held 
before him, as if he were acquainted with its 
secret. 

“Mr. Livingston,” she said, “have I ever 
really thanked you for speaking so bravely to 
our D. R. Chapter .P” 


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“ Yes, a thousand times ; ” replied Livingston 
in a subdued tone. 

Evelyn continued: 

“ I must tell you that I shall never forget your 
words; they will be of immense value to me 
through life. ‘Inherited Freedom’ means so 
much to us all; and that is why I am leaving 
my home and friends, — in order that I may 
know how to make the most of my gifts and 
some day become equipped to help to spread 
the wings of freedom above those crippled by 
circumstances over which they have no 
control.” 

Livingston heard the- approaching train as 
though it were the sound of an earthquake, or 
some such convulsion of nature. He realized 
the preciousness of the few moments that re- 
mained, and earnestly requested to be permitted 
to hear of Evelyn’s safe arrival, to which re- 
quest she gave an affimative answer; then, 
with a “God bless you!” and one last look he 
walked silently away. 

Mrs. Maitland, like a faithful mother in 
Israel, gathered her special flock and critically 
surveyed them, to be sure that none were miss- 
ing. The train then slowly steamed out of the 
station and through the familiar and dearly 
loved scenes of childhood, bearing its human 
freight toward an unknown future. 


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On his return from the drive to Fairfield, 
Dr. Brooke had arranged final matters late 
that afternoon, leaving on an early train the 
following morning for the Empire State, 
preferring to arrive before the conducted party. 

It is always wise in sailing from New York, 
especially if one is obliged previously to journey 
on a train, to reserve ' for rest and per- 



fect quiet, thereby 


retaining one’s 


strength for future requirements, but also 
securing time for the little final requisites and 
incompleted arrangements which, if omitted, 
might cause serious inconvenience. The 
Fourth of July, although a boisterous day with- 
out, was passed indoors by Mrs. Maitland and 
her friends quietly and comfortably, prepara- 
tory to the following eventful day. 

The morning of the fifth proved a glorious 
one. The hour of sailing being ten o’clock, 
Mr. Harold Perkins advised an early breakfast, 
after which the party assembled in the wide 
corridor of the hotel, where Mrs. Maitland 
consulted the conductor upon various final 
matters of importance. In due course of time 
the “Alva” was reached. It was already alive 
with passengers and their guests, who were 
assembled in little knots, laden with gifts of 
flowers and dainty packages whose secret 
contents were not to be disclosed until certain 
days upon the briny deep. 


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On boarding the steamer with the party 
Evelyn discerned the anxious countenance of 
Dr. Brooke peering in every direction, as 
though searching for some special object. 
Upon discovering Mrs. Maitland and her 
friends his expression changed to one of relief ; 
as he reached the side of Evelyn, her undis- 
guised pleasure at seeing him was most 
natural, realizing as she did the advantage of 
possessing a friend at court. The mem- 
bers of the party were entire strangers to 
Evelyn, but Mrs. Maitland, being a diplomatic 
as well as an energetic chaperon, had succeeded 
in securing a party of congenial people, who in 
agreeable intercourse with each other were sure 
of mutual benefit, in addition to the educational 
advantages offered by the tour. 

The moment of leave-taking had arrived; 
signals were given, the gang plank was adjusted 
for shore-going visitors, and hawsers and 
pulleys did the work of general separation. 

It is to a novice a unique sensation to find 
one’s self suddenly and finally cut off from all 
communications with the ties of home and 
country. Precisely at ten o’clock the “Alva” 
sailed away under a favorable wind and tide, 
taking a southerly course for France, due at 
Boulogne-sur-Mer, weather permitting, in less 
than eight days. Mrs. Maitland and Evelyn 


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immediately absented themselves to arrange 
their effects in a very limited state-room, when 
Dr. Brooke, tapping at the door, said most 
courteously and opportunely, that his more 
spacious apartment was at their disposal, he 
having found a college friend w^ho had per- 
suaded him to share his commodious quarters. 
He simply begged their acceptance as it would 
be much more suited to their requirements. 
This proved indeed a generous offer, as every- 
thing desirable seemed to be already secured, 
and the ladies had been quietly endeavoring to 
make the best of grievously disappointing 
accommodations. Dr. Brooke appeared thus 
at the very outset a friend indeed, a fact of 
which Evelyn had felt assured from the moment 
when he had decided to “follow in her train.” 

Diplomatic society men well understand the 
necessity of gaining the good-will of the 
chaperon in order to accomplish an ultimate 
object. Thus it came about that good Mrs. 
Maitland invariably came in for the loaves and 
fishes which seemed always ready to fall in her 
way. F rom long experience with young people, 
her ideas of decorum were most pronounced 
and far beyond the prevailing standard of the 
twentieth century. 


VIII. 


£vel?n Su0QC9t9 BuilMng a ■to09pital 
at IRewton 


‘‘Unfathomable Sea, whose waves are years! 
Ocean of Time, whose waters of deep woe 
Are brackish with the salt of human tears.” 


The night was clear and calm; the sea de- 
lightfully smooth; the sky utterly cloudless, 
brilliant with familiar twinkling eyes, as if bent 
on following and guiding pilgrim souls through 
weary nights of perils o’er the deep. The 
motion of the steamer in consequence was very 
slight. The members of the party were 
agreeably dispersed and comfortably ensconced 
in their various steamer chairs. Mr. Harold 
Perkins and Mrs. Maitland were assiduous in 
arranging everything for the comfort and con- 
venience of their friends, being indefatigable 
in their devotion to the ladies. 

Miss Bernard and her brother from New 
York were members of the party, intending to 

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visit relatives in London subsequent to their 
tour on the Continent. Arnold had already 
discovered two classmates on board, Dr. 
Brooke and his life-long friend, Percy Blakely. 
Their united pleasure on meeting reminded 
one much of a greeting of happy school-boys 
after a lapse of years. This being the second 
day at sea, Evelyn and Miss Bernard had found 
leisure to chat most agreeably, as it soon be- 
came apparent that they were mutually in- 
terested in friends in New York and in London, 
and were in fact almost, if not quite, related to 
each other. Relationship by marriage is 
frequently as close as that of blood, especially 
when separation by land or sea occurs in the 
case of the latter. Thus it happened that both 
Evelyn and Dr. Brooke found themselves in- 
the midst of a little coterie of cordial friends. 

The glorious reflection of the wonderful 
moon lent its loving guidance over a broad and 
shimmering pathway of flickering amber, into 
which the steamer appeared to glide as if by 
magic, gloomily encircled by an unfathomable 
sea. Miss Bernard and Evelyn were supposed 
to be comfortably ensconced in their bulky 
steamer chairs, enveloped in rugs of immeasur- 
able dimensions; but if the truth were known, 
the polite young stewards in their anxiety to 
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range them comfortably, sometimes overstep 
the mark and literally pinion a helpless female 
with unmanageable wraps until she is fortunate 
enough to be released by some observing Good 
Samaritan. Arnold Bernard was all devotion 
to his sister and rejoiced in the thought of her 
new-found friend. He remained for some time 
in animated conversation with Evelyn, when 
Dr. Brooke suddenly appeared, accompanied 
by his class-mate, Percy Blakely, who was quite 
a different type of character from Arnold 
Bernard. Evelyn had never yet met such a 
man: a thorough man of the world, who had 
travelled extensively; one who judged women 
entirely from the social point of view, seeming 
to be attracted only by the unattainable, and 
yet never having made a forcible impression 
upon any. He was quite convinced, however, 
that he possessed all the qualities necessary 
for winning his ideal. The chances are that 
such a type of man is most likely to remain 
in single blessedness for an indefinite term of 
years, unless he undergoes a radical change in 
his attitude toward women. A certain timidity 
also characterized him; he was habitually wary 
of his devotion to ladies lest his attentions 
might be misconstrued. With men, on the 
contrary, he was “hail fellow, well met,” 
jocose and witty. He secretly recognized the 


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fact of liis own susceptibility in the society of 
fascinating women, often timidly fearing that 
they might not be altogether eligible. With 
these characteristics, he sought only for worldly 
advancement among the elite of America, 
thinking it wiser to curb his susceptible 
enthusiasm until his ideal dawned in sight. 

Wesley Brooke appeared in high spirits, 
declaring that such a night was altogether too 
fine to be wasted in steamer chairs, whereupon 
he requested Evelyn to stroll across the deck 
with him, leaving his friend, Percy Blakely, to 
the tender mercies of Miss Bernard. They 
gaily strolled the entire length of the great 
ship when Evelyn came to an abrupt stand, 
making a charming picture in the moonlight. 
Wesley ordered camp chairs and seemed like 
one in a dream as he gazed at her beautiful 
countenance. The silence invited him to 
speak. 

“ Miss Evelyn, I wish that I might be as sure 
of your happiness as I am of mine this evening.” 

They were watching the ambient glow upon 
the water under the vast starry canopy of 
heaven. 

“Yes,” she replied, “I am happy and very 
grateful, but I cannot become perfectly happy 
until I am able to do something — yes, even a 
great deal — ^for the good of others. It seems 


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to me that true happiness is so wholesome and 
invigorating that it warms one into piety much 
more effectually than any amount of grief.” 
After a brief silence she continued : 

“ Some persons insist, however, that they are 
better for their afflictions. To a perfectly 
consistent optimist all things work together for 
good, whether adversity or prosperity.” 

Suddenly it occurred to her that Wesley was 
considered a stoical man, “with no power to 
imagine the unseen.” Her judgment was 
partially correct — he stood with one hand on 
the rail, staring away from her apparently at 
nothing. Still she believed him possessed of 
a manly, generous nature, although his religious 
education had been, no doubt, sadly neglected. 

Meantime the thought had come to him of 
this girl in a foreign country, surrounded by 
distracting elements, with little or no means 
and possibly without the right kind of friends. 
These reflections were overwhelming indeed. 
Evelyn gave the impression of being thorough- 
bred, not from the manner in which her 
clothes were fashioned, but from the uncon- 
scious atmosphere which surrounded her and 
gave one the instinctive feeling that she had 
from infancy been wrapped in luxury. All at 
once Wesley seemed to awake from his reverie 
and, seating himself beside her, said in a gentle 
tone: 


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“ May I ask, Miss Evelyn, in what way you 
propose to work for others 

She laughed girlishly, and replied: 

“That depends. Dr. Brooke, upon my 
resources. Do you think that I have any ? ’’ 

Whereupon they joined in happy laughter, 
more for the sake of the pleasure of it than for 
any deep meaning in their mirth, Wesley 
declaring that her resources were “ boundless — 
inconceivable riches” being hers. 

After a slightly prolonged lull. Dr. Brooke 
resumed : 

“Do you remember. Miss Evelyn, our con- 
versation on the occasion of my first memorable 
visit to Fairfield 

“Yes, Dr. Brooke, quite well.” 

“I asked you then,” he continued, “how I 
might become worthy, and you did not give 
me the reply that I desired.” 

Evelyn’s heart fluttered and, fearing that he 
might continue in the same strain, she adroitly 
endeavored to change the current of his 
thoughts. 

“I have often wished to say something to 
you. Dr. Brooke, that has occupied my mind 
lor some time. If you were a married man I 
should not dare to approach the subject, but 
as you have no ties and only your own per- 
sonal expenditures, perhaps you might be per- 


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suaded to consider the advisability of building 
a hospital at Newton, where it is sadly needed, 
only twelve miles from the city of Boston.” 

“Miss Evelyn,” he at once replied, “I shall 
be glad to consider, your suggestion. It is well 
that you have referred to my not having a wife; 
and I pledge myself from this moment, never 
under any circumstances to attempt to win one, 
unless fortunate enough to secure the founder 
and promoter of this enterprise.” 

Evelyn could scarcely frame words for a 
reply. Not thinking of herself, however, with 
a radiant smile she extended her hand most 
heartily to her gallant suitor, who held it in a 
reverent way, placing his other hand over her 
dainty fingers, as if to take advantage of a 
privilege which might never be his again. 

Evelyn presently recovered her natural poise ; 
with lovely hands folded in the attitude of 
Evangeline, she kindly, even benignly, allowed 
her gentle eyes to look into his face with an 
expression of unspeakable gratitude; then, 
not knowing the extent of his vast wealth, 
and thinking that he might consider his ac- 
quiescence in the light of a pecuniary sacrifice, 
continued in rather a subdued voice : 

“I hope some day. Dr. Brooke, that you will 
understand how grateful I can be; and now I 
would like to say a word about yourself before 


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we part this evening. I fear, however, that 
you will think me presuming, forward, — per- 
haps unwomanly.” 

Before he was actually made aware of her 
purpose she exacted a promise from him, then 
and there, that he would not be offended, nor 
think her judgments harsh. Laughing heartily 
at this, he said that her “harshness would be 
much like the sound of an Aeolian harp in a 
summer breeze ! ” 

As the shadows were deepening and the even- 
ing evidently on the wane, little time remained 
for Evelyn to present a vital theme that had 
long been near to her heart in connection with 
the projected hospital. Leaning forward so 
that Wesley might hear quite distinctly, she 
said appealingly: 

“It troubles me often to think that you are 
not a practising physician, when in every re- 
spect you are so eminently fitted for the work. 
How valuable you might become to the antici- 
pated hospital, and to broadcast humanity.” 

Quick as a fiash he lost all thought of her 
previous indifference and became conscious 
that she, at least, cared what became of him. 
It may Ibe well to premise just here that, for 
years, Brooke had been courted by scores of 
society belles and scheming mammas, but, not 
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had been of no avail. He had never pictured 
to himself an ideal until he met Evelyn Sheri- 
dan the previous winter at Mrs. Anson Farrar’s. 
It was then that he realized for the first time 
the possible happiness of possessing a home 
with such a woman for a wife. 

Evelyn now waited with downcast eyes for a 
response to her very personal criticism in re- 
gard to his taking up his profession. Wesley 
drew quietly nearer and said almost inaudibly : 

“I have always been a sort of good-for- 
nothing, you know, not wishing to stand in the 
way of other men in the profession, but I verily 
believe there is room for us all. And you, 
Evelyn,” (he breathed her sweet name faintly) 
“have given me a sudden impetus to work for 
my fellow creatures. Yes, and I may add that 
I shall work with money, and without price. ” 

At this instant merry voices and approaching 
footsteps were heard. Arnold Bernard and 
his sister appeared, quite out of breath and full 
of glee, followed by the dignified and aesthetic 
Percy Blakely. It appeared that Arnold had 
been sent by his sister in quest of Evelyn. His 
pursuit having been for some time in vain, he 
declared that he had apparently assumed the 
character of a private detective in scanning the 
astonished faces of various secluded groups in 
order to satisfy the persistent anxiety of 


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Beatrice. After some lively badinage and with 
general good feeling the party dispersed on 
that memorable evening. 

The insecurity and uncertainty at night 
during a dense fog at sea are appalling to a 
direful degree. Unconcerned sleepers are 
much to be envied — yet, is it wise and alto- 
gether desirable to shut one’s eyes and ears 
against the undeniable possibility of impend- 
ing calamity.^ For several days the outlook 
was utterly blank, becoming at last alarmingly 
dense. The faithful captain remained con- 
tinually at his post on the bridge until the fog 
gradually lifted. As it cleared away, the grate- 
ful transition from the gloom of the fog into the 
clear sunshine caused a general elevation of 
spirits among the depressed passengers and a 
return of the liveliness which had first charac- 
terized them. 

It would be folly to imagine that Evelyn was 
totally oblivious to the persistent devotion of 
Dr. Brooke, in spite of having baffled his 
laudable intentions upon several occasions, 
Far from wishing to lure him on, she en- 
deavored assiduously to avert a declaration of 
his love. Frivolous flirting with Dr. Brooke, 
or with any other man, had never occurred to 
Evelyn, and would not have been in accord- 
ance with her ideas of sincerity and justice. 


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In the solitude of her own sanctum she often 
thought of Wesley as a kind, generous-hearted 
man, much like an older brother; and she 
wished continually that he might be induced to 
extend his generosity where it would alleviate 
the suffering of helpless humanity, — to those 
who are in constant need of means and protec- 
tion against the ills that continually assail 
them. She did not dream that Wesley’s 
desire in thus readily acceding to her request 
was mainly that he might become worthy of 
her love. Esteem, which is quite a different 
phase of friendship, had only occurred to 
Evelyn, her first thought being how he might 
become w^orthy of his trusteeship to the Giver 
of his countless blessings. Then suddenly it 
dawned upon her that, without doubt, he had 
mistaken her meaning; and yet, — womanlike — 
realizing her vantage ground, she still persisted 
in the discussion in order to benefit her fellow- 
creatures, many of whom might be lost with- 
out defence in a righteous cause. Evelyn 
seriously contemplated her position. She 
weighed the subject most effectually in its 
many phases, which naturally rushed in upon 
her mind quite unbidden. The situation had 
now become so conclusive that she at once 
conscientiously adopted a course of action that 
would no longer mislead — and still her pet 


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project must not be relinquished under any 
circumstances whatever. The ability and op- 
portunity of doing this grand work she con- 
sidered in the light of a blessing to the donor 
quite as much as to the grateful recipients: it 
being not only his bounden duty, but a rare 
privilege far beyond the power and ability of 
his less fortunate associates. 


IX. 


arrival of tbe Steamer at Boulogne:* 
Surs=flDer 


“O Lord that lends me life, 

Lend me a heart replete with thankfulness.” 


The few days that remained before landing 
at Boulogne-sur-Mer were most delightfully 
buoyant and exhilarating. All onboard seemed 
on the qui vive of anticipation, having heard 
from headquarters that an earlier landing than 
usual was expected. 

Mr. Harold Perkins was a typical American 
and proved his democratic spirit by having, at 
the end of the voyage, a friendly acquaintance 
with a host of agreeable passengers, among 
whom were two Congregational clergymen, 
several teachers, artists, and a little man who 
was much alone, attracting however a good 
deal of notice on account of his eccentric 
appearance. He proved to be His Excellency, 

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Minister Plenipotentiary and Envoy Extraor- 
dinary of the Netherlands to the United States. 
Mr. Perkins found him a most genial, scholarly 
gentleman, and quite regretted parting with 
such a valuable acquaintance. Owing to ill- 
health, His Excellency, it appeared, had taken 
a leave of absence across the ocean, hoping to 
recuperate and regain strength suflScient for 
the continuance of his responsible office. 

Miss Virginia Swift and her rigid maiden 
sister were also members of the Maitland party. 
These two ladies prided themselves upon being 
related to a famous artist of the name, and one 
of them, inheriting a decided taste for sketch- 
ing, had produced some charming effects. 

This being the last day on the great deep, 
each one of the party seemed to appreciate the 
waning beauty of the grand scene. It was the 
only occasion of their having been really all 
together. There was very little to be said and 
a great deal to be thought of in the light of the 
future. One by one they finally dropped off, 
and as Evelyn girlishly caught Mrs. Maitland’s 
hand to follow in their train. Dr. Brooke re- 
quested the chaperon to leave her charge in his 
care for “only a little longer.” Evelyn might 
have declined to remain but, as it happened, 
she did not, and good Mrs. Maitland relin- 
quished her with many injunctions to “return 
soon.” 


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Brooke secured a position directly in front 
of the railing overlooking the angry sea. The 
wind became stronger, causing more of a 
swell. Here they found themselves gazing 
mutely at the fascinating movements of the 
water, and Evelyn turned her lovely face 
toward his and said: 

“Is it not grand ‘The noisy waves are 
apparent failures, but the great persistent tide 
is confident of success. ’ ’’ Then she continued 
in a lighter tone; “I am so thankful. Dr. 
Brooke, that you do not intend to desert your 
profession, and that by living a new life under 
it the work will become for you and for others 
the greatest blessing.” 

Dr. Brooke did not reply but seemed like one 
in a dream, while she gazed abstractedly at the 
rippling sea. With an intuitive feeling that he 
was being soothed by her voice, she continued : 

“It seems to me that our little every day 
strivings are also, like these ‘noisy waves,’ 
‘apparent failures,’ but ‘they gradually ex- 
pand and merge themselves into an ocean of 
continuous strength.’ Is it not a blessed 
thought 

At this point Dr. Brooke rallied and, gazing 
full in her fair face with a wistful expression, 
replied : 

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‘little every day strivings like the noisy waves ’ 
certainly have proved thus far decided failures. 
Yet how will it be for me if I am like ‘the great 
persistent tide ’ ? Shall I be confident of 
success V 

“Yes, Dr. Brooke, in your profession; in 
your life work ! ’ ’ Smiling gently she continued : 
“ Of my future I know nothing. I am in the 
hands of the great Moulder of lives.” 

She had risen from her chair, and Wesley 
dreamily adjusted her cloak, being satisfied to 
leave his fate in her keeping, to do with as she 
thought best. 

After the continuous monotony of a sea 
voyage, the prospect and actual sight of land 
is a delight for the description of which words 
are inadequate. As the steamer was bound for 
Rotterdam, on approaching the French coast 
at Boulogne she anchored just outside to 
enable many of the passengers to disembark — 
Mrs. Maitland’s party among the number. A 
little steamer came alongside and soon our 
friends were transported “to the haven where 
they would be.” 

Boulogne-sur-Mer is a most picturesque 
watering-place. All along the beach may be 
seen numerous bathing vans which are wheeled 
about at the convenience of the bathers. At 
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gay with brilliant national colors and crowded 
with tourists. The buildings near the landing 
have a most artificial appearance, much like 
painted scenes at the theatre. This effect is 
carried out to a still greater extent when one 
discovers little painted balconies below each 
window — being only the semblance of verit- 
able ones. The roofs are ornamented with 
artistic urns filled with luxurious vines and 
flowers. The fruit brought here in the summer 
is marvelous to behold. Strawberries are 
enormous in size, and served with the stems. 
Apricots are unusually fine, being about the 
size of ordinary peaches, and are served at 
breakfast in profusion. 

Mrs. Maitland being desirous of reaching 
Paris as soon as possible, only one night was 
passed at this delightful summer resort. Dr. 
Brooke and his friend, Percy Blakely, left the 
party at Boulogne, arranging, however, to meet 
them at various points of interest during their 
extensive tour on the Continent. On reaching 
Paris, Evelyn gladly attached herself to the 
charming Bernards, who bestowed upon her 
the most gracious courtesies. 


X. 


from par(0 to tbe Swiss Xaftes 


“Enthusiasm is the height of man ; it is the passing from the human 
to the divine.” 


It is well known that there is everything in 
Paris to instruct and charm. The streets are 
delightfully clean, quite unlike many thorough- 
fares in our great American cities. It has 
often been said that “ Paris is indeed the city of 
the present,” as “Rome is the city of the past.” 
Yet one sees in Paris at almost every turn rare 
historic relics of the past as well as priceless 
exhibits of modern art. 

Mrs. Maitland and her friends were at once 
driven to the Rue St. Honor6, and speedily 
entered the court of the grand Hotel St. James. 
The day being deliciously cool, the immense 
glass doors leading to the various dining-halls 
were thrown open. The hour was six, — 
everything indicated preparations for a late 
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The extensive glass door windows were also 
attractively thrown open, disclosing a most 
enchanting view of a typical French garden. 
Blossoming shrubs and flowering plants filled 
the air with fragrance, and charming little 
paths wound their way through masses of 
verdure already glistening with the dew of 
evening. 

During the three days following carriage 
drives were arranged for visiting the Palais de 
Justice, Ste. Chapelle, the Pantheon, the 
church of St. Etienne du Mont, the Luxem- 
bourg Gallery, the galleries of the Louvre, and 
many other noted places of interest. 

The Gobelin Tapestry Works excited much 
enthusiasm among the American tourists. 
All along the line of work may be seen separate 
departments for each artist at his own special 
work. Here one sits before a wooden frame 
plying his nimble fingers rapidly in and out 
of a network of thread^s, much like the strings 
of a huge harp. While watching the progress 
of the work, as if by magic a charming leaf is 
suddenly revealed, then a lily, and a brilliant 
rose in quick succession — all woven in a mar- 
vellously short space of time, as the result of 
skill equal to that of many an artist of the pal- 
ette and brush. Gorgeous tapestries are hung 
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valued at sixty thousand dollars. Such luxuri- 
ous art treasures are only intended for royalty 
or the multi-millionaire. 

A whole day was devoted by the party to a 
trip through the Champs Elysees, through the 
Bois de Boulogne, by the race-course of Long- 
champ to St. Cloud. They then proceeded to 
the Grand Palace at Versailles, and devoted an 
afternoon to its treasures of history and art. 

After days of varied experiences and delight- 
ful surprises, the party left Paris by train de 
luxe for Geneva, travelling all day through the 
most beautiful part of France, reaching their 
destination on the twenty-first of July. The 
atmosphere of fascinating Geneva is well 
known to be associated with Calvin, Jean 
Jacques Rousseau, Voltaire and Pradier. 

Then came the enchanting trip by boat to 
the castle of Chillon on Lake Leman, so 
exquisite in its transparent coloring, and later 
by train along the beautiful shore of the lake to 
Lausanne, with its lofty peaks and sheltered 
valleys. 

The noon train arrived at Berne in time for a 
drive through the picturesque old city, the 
capital of Switzerland. A late train was taken 
for Scherzligen connecting with boat on the lake 
of Thun, whence they proceeded to Spiez, one 
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lake. The ‘‘ Spiezerhof ” being the destination 
of the party, Evelyn and Beatrice became filled 
with enthusiasm over the grandeur and sub- 
limity of the scenery, as from their lattice over- 
looking the lake, at a great elevation, they found 
themselves literally in mid air among the fleecy 
clouds which floated like phantoms, seeming 
almost within grasping distance. 

Here Evelyn became impressed with her 
nearness to the vast world of the beyond as she 
gazed from her window’s height that first 
memorable night at Spiez, while watching the 
fascinating mists roll by, with occasional 
glimpses above at the starry heavens, and at 
the miniature boats on the glistening lake below, 
scarcely discernable. Faint sounds of voices 
like silvery music, and the occasional dipping 
of an oar alone indicated the weird presence of 
life on the lake. The lofty peaks on the oppo- 
site shore with an occasional snow crest lent 
additional sublimity to the enchanting scene 
never to be effaced from memory. 

If one is seeking for a place where he may be 
truly inspired bid him go to Spiez, and if by 
any chance he should fail to grasp its proffered 
and exalted inspiration, let him resign his 
mistaken calling in whatever line of art or of 
literature he may have vainly chosen. Just 
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forgotten Spiez, our heroine, Evelyn Sheridan, 
became impelled to complete her first famous 
work entitled “The Untrodden Pilgrimage.” 
She remained for hours that night gazing at 
the marvelous snow-crowned Alps, and the 
wonderful firmament flecked with myriad plan- 
ets. The earth appeared miles beneath the 
rifts of fleecy phantom clouds which floated 
below and above the balcony where Evelyn 
stood. This assertion might almost seem to 
reverse the law of gravitation, but is true of 
many another phenomenon, which continues 
to reveal the omnipotent Hand that unceas- 
ingly guides the helm of an unfathomable 
and wondrous universe. 

Miss Virginia Swift, possessing an inherited 
talent for sketching, caught the contagion so 
prevalent among artists in the inspiring atmos- 
phere of Spiez. Had it not been for the 
peremptory decision of Mrs. Maitland, Virginia 
and Evelyn would have determined to remain 
indefinitely at this charming place.' Mr. Per- 
kins also found it most difficult to convince the 
party that there were other places of equal 
interest. 

An afternoon boat on the beautiful lake 
proceeded to picturesque Interlaken; thence 
the party made an excursion to the marvelous 
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elevated railroad in cars that were uncom- 
fortably backed up by engines to an immense 
elevation, beneath the Jungfrau, the height of 
which is 4,167 meters. 

On Sunday an impressive service was en- 
joyed at the little English church. A mite box 
placed in the porch with notice attached, re- 
quested contributions in aid of the destitute 
families of unfortunate Alpine guides, who 
frequently perish in the snow while following 
their perilous vocation. 

Another excursion by boat on the romantic 
lake of Brienz is worthy of special mention. 
That this lake is not so blue as some of the other 
Swiss lakes is owing to the fact of its great 
depth; — in some places where the Giessbach 
Falls tumble into the lake it is nine hundred 
feet deep. This unusual depth renders it less 
blue than Lakes Thun or Geneva. The river 
Aar, a glacier stream, flows into the lake of 
Brienz, thence through Interlaken into Lake 
Thun, and finally through Berne — always 
retaining the wonderful glacial light-green 
coloring occasioned by the melted snow. 

The picturesque chateaux all along the 
shore are scarcely discernible, being thickly 
shrouded by ancient trees and prolific foliage. 
Then came the wonderful scenery by train over 
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enormous foreign trees and gorgeous shrubs, 
which grew so near to the track that the pas- 
sengers could catch the tempting branches 
laden with curious foliage. 

The party left the train reluctantly, and by 
boat from Alpnach, proceeded to Lucerne, 
where they visited the celebrated old bridges 
and the famous Lion. Nor did they omit the 
superb organ concert, which was of course 
included in their itinerary, the young people 
especially being desirous of hearing the won- 
derful and realistic recital illustrating the 
celebrated “Storm.” 


XI. 


San fiDarco anb tbe IRoipal (Buest 


“No life can be pure in its purpose and strong in its strife, and all 
life not be purer and stronger thereby.” 


Miss Beatrice Bernard, although possessing 
womanly grace, was quite unlike Evelyn, not 
being endowed with any specially remarkable 
gifts. She possessed, however, many lovely 
traits of character and a charming personality 
which endeared her to all who were fortunate 
enough to be her friends. Like most girls 
with artistic taste, while she enjoyed the 

E deur of Switzerland and the beauty of its 
, she longed for a sight of Venice and 
sighed at the thought of prolonging their trip 
when visions of gondolas seemed paramount to 
almost everything else. 

Not so with Evelyn, however. She drank 
in the inspiration of the hour wherever good 
fortune carried the party — ^nothing escaped her 
notice. After dining at Lugano, she and her 

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friends the Bernards secured a boat on the 
delightful lake of that name, and dipped their 
oars to the music of “Margherita,” while 
Arnold, the brother, secretly enjoyed the dis- 
tinction of being the only man of the party, 
having now no rivals to cope with in his atten- 
tions to the charming Miss Sheridan. 

A steamer was taken the following day for 
Porlezza, thence by mountain railway to 
Menaggio, where a boat was secured on Lake 
Como to Como. Here Virginia Swift and 
others of the party were on the alert with sketch 
books, endeavoring to reproduce glimpses of 
enchanting scenes under an Italian sky. 

It soon became evident to Mrs. Maitland 
that the young people were anxious to reach 
Venice, as letters from there had been received 
announcing the fact that Wesley Brooke and 
Percy Blakely were impatiently awaiting the 
tourists. The itinerary had been arranged 
for Milan, Genoa, Pisa, Rome, Naples, Sor- 
rento and Florence, before visiting Venice. 
Thus it came about that good Mrs. Maitland 
decided at once to leave that night by rail for 
Milan, proceeding thence to Venice, stipulat- 
ing, however, that if possible the entire pro- 
gram should be carried out later. 

There are many places of interest at Milan. 
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its three hundred and fifty turrets ; the King’s 
Palace; the Church of Santa Maria delle 
Grazie, and the ancient painting of the Last 
Supper of Da Vinci, so obliterated with age 
and the hard usage of succeeding generations 
that after another century, if not before, it will 
undoubtedly have become a thing of the past. 

Evelyn, Virginia Swift and the Bernards 
were seated together in a compartment which 
had been secured for their special benefit, on 
the train for Venice. Other members of the 
party had also been given their various assign- 
ments. Soon after the train had left the 
station at Milan, all sorts of visions were pic- 
tured from childhood’s traditions, of fairy 
gondolas, with graceful gondoliers artistically 
arrayed in gayest of colors, lazily dipping their 
oars to the music of languishing harpists, while 
gliding by the many rows of silver palaces 
bathed in the deep waters of the Grand Canal. 

How true it is that a long anticipated goal is 
not often speedily attained. While all were on 
the alert expecting to see glittering barges, 
gay gondolas and princely palaces, the train 
reached the unattractive, dingy station at 
Verona. One was here reminded of its ruined 
Arena, similar to the Colosseum at Rome, but 
of much less magnitude; also of the fair Juliet 
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sight of her favorite window and balcony. 
The average tourist is apt to. be credulous, and 
to accept the statements made without doubt- 
ing their verity. 

After leaving Verona our friends at once 
resorted to Baedeker and consulted maps in 
order to ascertain the exact distance to the 
approaching “City of the Sea.” Their flag- 
ging hopes began to revive when they perceived 
a strong odor of salt air from the not far distant 
Adriatic. 

Thrusting and craning their necks from open 
car windows they could see little in the hazi- 
ness of the atmosphere, and only an indistinct 
vision of a phantom-like city. “Venezia,” at 
last shouted the guard in a shrill, stentorian 
voice. A crowd of well-mannered porters 
endeavored to seize traps and carry the party 
almost bodily from the train. 

“There is ’er way to gondolas,” shouted one 
very polite porter, wishing to display an ex- 
tremely scant knowledge of English, as he 
struggled to secure several small portmanteaus. 
Just at that moment a well-built, fine young 
gondolier stepped forward, gracefully raising 
his willowy straw hat, gay with ribbons, an- 
nouncing the fact that “ Signor Wesley Brooke” 
had requested him to reserve a barge and gon- 
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Meantime Mr. Harold Perkins was detained 
by Custom House OflScers, who systematically 
peered into luggage with little or no fuss, 
except occasionally when tobacco or per- 
fumery were discovered. All things being 
satisfactorily adjusted, Mr. Perkins soon ap- 
peared in sight; they then descended a great 
flight of marble steps to the water’s edge, where 
a, brilliant barge and gondolas awaited them. 
Dr. Brooke stood like a statue in the centre of 
the gorgeous, fairy-like barge, awaiting the 
return of his favorite Feolari. On seeing 
Evelyn, he sprang to the steps to greet her, at 
the same time assuring her friends that the 
gondolas were entirely at their disposal. Mrs. 
Maitland, Evelyn and the Bernards, as a mark 
of distinction, were placed in the finely 
equipped, red-cushioned barge, guided by the 
faithful Feolari ; while others of the party were 
given a picturesque gondola which to them 
seemed quite as agreeable. 

It is well to premise just at this point in the 
narrative, that the aesthetic Percy Blakely 
would be justly named in America a consum- 
mate “toady.” His diminutive figure and 
peculiarly pale countenance, his well trimmed 
Vandyke beard and mustache, formed a good 
index to his true character. He habitually 
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graces of the most influential people. It had, 
indeed, become with him almost second nature 
to weigh and balance the possible advantage to 
be derived from any new acquaintance. For- 
tunately for him he possessed a tolerable in- 
come for a conservative single man; though it 
would barely suflSce an up-to-date, fashionable 
woman for the little ordinary accessories that 
are considered requisite for a well-appointed 
toilet in the twentieth century. Thus it came 
about that, having already attached himself to 
his generous class-mate. Dr. Brooke, he was 
obliged to make the best of the present situa- 
tion and politely condescended to divide his 
attentions between the two estimable young 
ladies. Miss Bernard and Miss Swift; while 
they, with keen perception, were quite equal to 
the occasion, realizing the true value of their 
devotee. 

The lingering sunset had died away on the 
horizon, and the fairy lights upon the water 
were everywhere to be seen; only the splash 
and ripple caused by gliding gondolas could be 
heard, with an occasional plaintive lullaby, 
which was, no doubt, being rehearsed for some 
midnight slumber song. 

On the gondolas sweep, darting into number- 
less canals, under low arches over which may 
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Soon the canal widens, affording an indistinct 
outline in the dense twilight of an imposing 
tower, the Campanile. Later on Dr. Brooke 
directs the attention of the party to the dismal 
“Bridge of Sighs,” under which the gondolas 
speedily slide, as if to shake off the ill-fated 
atmosphere of gloom. After rounding abrupt 
angles the Grand Canal is reached with the 
“rows of traditional palaces” running close to 
the water’s edge, seeming to approach and 
mysteriously welcome the new arrivals as they 
swiftly pass to their destination. 

Suddenly Dr. Brooke inwardly rebuked 
himself for not having adjusted Evelyn’s wrap 
which she had thoughtlessly discarded. The 
“damp, low-tide odor,” so often alluded to, is 
at first unpleasantly penetrating, until one 
becomes gradually inured and fairly acclimated. 

Their destination being reached, the wraps 
and traps were quickly captured by a huge 
porter in brilliant array, who politely an- 
nounced the fact that “the rooms were ready 
for the American party at the left wing of the 
Grand Hotel.” The water-steps were directly 
under an oval miniature passenger bridge 
which connects the great buildings under the 
same name and management. Here the gon- 
dolas were set at liberty and our friends entered 
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were intent upon reading, others conversing and 
sipping Chianti. Out upon the balcony were 
charming young people grouped in little knots 
of twos and threes, dreamily watching the 
fairy lights upon the mirror beyond, while 
listening to the soft, low strains of distant music, 
which gradually approached nearer and nearer, 
until the swell of voices in chorus announced 
the arrival of a moonlight serenade. 

After a late repast Mrs. Maitland assigned 
the various rooms and, like a faithful chaperon, 
took special charge of the demoiselles under 
her sacred keeping. 

That first night in Venice! Is it possible for 
any one to forget it.^ The little marble bal- 
cony leading from one’s room is so enticing 
that the thought of sleep never occurs to one — 
rather would one be conscious of a real waking 
dream than lose the reality, and trust to the 
arms of Morpheus for something that might 
prove uncanny and quite preposterous. 

The beautiful dome of the Salute nearly 
opposite glowed in the silver moonlight like an 
immense opal, and later, with the deepening 
shadows, gradually faded into the exquisite 
blending tints of violet and amethyst. 

The following da y was devoted to visits to 
the Basilica of San Marco, the Doge’s Palace 
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where Titian is buried, and the heart of 
Can ova; also the Rialto and the interesting 
markets. 

Dr. Brooke and his friend, Percy Blakely, 
after a sumptuous dejeuner, appeared at an 
"early hour thoroughly equipped for a day’s 
tour, and graciously offered their exclusive ser- 
vices to Miss Evelyn and her friends. While 
they were seated in the gondola that glorious 
morning. Dr. Brooke reflected with some ner- 
vousness upon Evelyn’s preoccupied manner, 
so unlike her usual gracious way of affably 
conversing upon agreeable topics with her 
many friends. This morning she appeared 
obviously changed, at times smiling radiantly, 
and then relapsing into an attitude of deep 
abstraction — apparently oblivious of all about 
her. Wesley became greatly troubled in spirit 
until, to his sudden relief, he saw his paragon 
take from her coat pocket a small note-book 
and jot down, here and there, impressions by 
the way. 

Miss Swift, who sat near, caught the per- 
turbed expression upon the countenance of Dr. 
Brooke and quietly whispered, so that only he 
might hear : “ Miss Sheridan writes every day. 

She began at Spiez; we think she is writing a 
book.” Wesley breathed again more freely, 
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“To expand and become equipped in order to 
help those who are less fortunate than myself;’’ 
this actually being, in substance, one interpre- 
tation of “Inherited Freedom.” 

The anticipation of possible success in any 
worthy enterprise is most exhilarating to a 
novice. Those who have enjoyed the experi- 
ence of applause often become blase, like many 
a spoiled prima-donna who is thoroughly 
accustomed to and indifferent over successive 
victories. But the early dawning and awaken- 
ing that inspire a soul with the possibility of 
becoming a power for good in the world, are 
the very essence of spiritual exaltation — an 
exaltation which can never be equalled, much 
less surpassed even after the climax of success 
has been attained, owing its origin, as it does, 
to the awakening at the very fountain of 
inspiration. 

On entering San Marco with noiseless steps, 
an instinctive feeling of awe steals over one’s 
senses and, finding some quaint, hallowed 
recess for quietude and serious thought, one is 
reminded of “the history of the eventful past 
made doubly sacred by the magnitude of its 
present splendor.” The massive swinging 
lamps with subdued light reflect and enhance 
the beauty of the gorgeous marvels of intricate 
mosaics. The high, imposing altar appears 


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almost overburdened with its weight of fabu- 
lous treasures, amid massive pillars of exquisite 
alabaster and porphyry, taken from Constan- 
tinople and the East. Such an interior can 
never be fully described or appreciated. San 
Marco has been appropriately likened to ‘^‘a 
great mosque” teeming with the wealth of 
centuries. 

Dr. Brooke and Evelyn sought the quiet of a 
shadowed recess for repose, among the many 
overwhelming and unsurpassed treasures of 
antiquity. Meantime the silent cortege of 
tourists passed under the vast dome of canopied 
gold with its marvelous frescoes; it is almost 
beyond comprehension how^ such work could 
have been executed and safely secured in 
position by human artisans. After listening 
to an incoherent old guide who garrulously 
narrated a stereotyped account of the various 
masterpieces and costly marbles, our friends 
reluctantly hurried away, crossing the open 
square covered with the pigeons of Dandolo, 
waiting to be fed by a throng of admiring visi- 
tors; while others of the flock were circling in 
and out among the clouds, often descending 
and resting upon sacred pinnacles of shimmer- 
ing bronze; then suddenly swarming like bees 
in dense numbers. Birds of a noble heritage! 
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bearer of despatches to the famous Admiral 
Dandolo, with good tidings of peace which 
terminated the eventful battle of Candia. 
Just here, in the blaze of the “Royal Sun” are 
the well known, ever conspicuous and imposing 
columns of Saint Theodore and of the Lion of 
Venice, stationed like stupendous sentinels at 
the right of the Palace of the Doges, that mar- 
vel of the fifteenth century ! Later on in the 
afternoon, the centre of this grand piazzetta 
was a blinding glare of dazzling glory. The 
majestic tower of San Marco with its “pin- 
nacled angel,” fairly blazed with the ambient 
glow of the gorgeous sun. The day being now 
on the wane, having been literally well 
spent by the tourists, Brooke insisted that 
the ladies must immediately rest under the 
shadow of the grand piazzetta, making the sug- 
gestion especially to Miss Evelyn, whom he 
quietly captured. Soon they were seen lazily 
sauntering under the sheltering arcade to 
various attractive shops, laden wfith multi- 
farious Venetian gewgaws. 

Evelyn possessed a charming faculty of 
discernment, seeming to enjoy thoroughly 
only a sight of the beautiful in which she had a 
feeling of ownership; she gauged all things 
according to their real value, caring not for the 
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Dr. Brooke knew well that Evelyn thoroughly 
appreciated every rare thing, and, as only a 
work of genuine art ever attracted his notice, 
he at once selected among the dainty feminine 
novelties a delicately wrought white lace fan, 
with pearl frame of rare workmanship, the 
texture of the round point fabric being most 
exquisite; the monogram, with twining intri- 
cacies of dainty lace-work seemed quite signi- 
ficant to Wesley, as he discovered the initials 
“E. S. ” with a graceful stroll much like a 
capital “B,“ woven in the centre of the lace. 
They were informed that one of the nobility had 
ordered the monogram, but she had been called 
into mourning, and a fac-simile in black had 
been substituted. The gem was of course 
secured, and fittingly presented to Evelyn by 
Dr. Brooke; but alas! to his evident surprise, 
although she expressed a sincere appreciation 
of his kind intention, she gently begged him 
not to bestow it upon her, saying in a subdued 
tone, “Keep it for your wife; it is most ap- 
propriate for a bride.” Whereupon Wesley 
bit his lip and replied: “I shall keep it for 
you, none other. Do you not see the mono- 
gram ? You must have it when you become a 
bride.” He then placed the fan carefully, 
almost sacredly in his coat pocket, feeling that 
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belonged to him already, if it never could be 
really hers in point of name. 

At that moment a squad of gens-d'armes^ 
with measured step, crossed the square, much 
like a staff of army officers and quite as im- 
portant as many in the service of their country. 
This imposing formality announced the arrival 
of high dignitaries officially serving as escort to 
several royal guests. There were two princes 
of royal blood connected with the ancient house 
of Fondaco de’ Turchi, also Prince Giovanni 
Pico, of the famous house of Pico, and the 
German Baron von Steinitz. The visitors 
were attired in gorgeous uniforms and adorned 
with medals of various orders of distinction. 

Suddenly the sound of a bugle was heard, 
and immediately the distinguished guests 
were taken to a royal barge for a visit to a 
special palace on the Grand Canal above the 
Rialto. One of the party, however, Baron von 
Steinitz, did not enter the barge but made a 
signal to his friends and with a few abrupt 
words in German, still remained standing on 
the marble steps. The precise words at part- 
ing were not intelligible to the Americans. 
The baron was dressed in the uniform of a 
German Field Marshal, with Hessian boots — 
a sash and sword added distinction to his 
appearance. 


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It might be well to say here that young Ber- 
nard had passed several winters in London 
while taking a special course at Oxford. His 
American aunt had married Sir Edwin Percival 
of Grosvenor Square, London. Here were 
entertained many distinguished lords and 
ladies during the gay season. Baron von 
Steinitz with his handsome Parisian wife had 
visited Sir Edwin and Lady Percival the 
previous year, shortly before the rapid decline 
of the baroness, and her subsequent demise. 
Before reaching the royal barge the baron had 
recognized young Bernard with the attractive 
Americans, especially the beautiful Miss Sheri- 
dan who, with Dr. Brooke, had joined the Ber- 
nards and Swifts to return to their gondolas. 
Like a typical American Arnold impulsively 
sprang forward, at first not quite believing his 
own eyes. The baron, with charming court- 
esy, extended his hand, exclaiming in English, 
“How happy I am to greet you a:gain. Signor 
Bernard:” then, gazing at Evelyn, he con- 
tinued: “I shall hope to meet Miss Bernard, 
the niece of Lady Percival.” 

Arnold Bernard graciously returned the 
greeting and presented the baron to his sedate 
little sister, Beatrice; while the baron, realiz- 
ing his mistake, adroitly and courteously made 
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would not generally have been considered 
strictly handsome, but being an accomplished 
conversationalist, her affable manner and quick 
perception soon made up to the baron for the 
fact that she was not the lady whom he had 
most desired to meet. She at once realized 
the baron’s mistake and, after alluding pleas- 
antly to her aunt. Lady Percival, presented 
him to the lovely Miss Sheridan and the Misses 
Swift; also including Dr. Brooke and the 
highly distinguished Percy Blakely. The 
baron thus gained his point in learning the 
name of the charming American. The fact 
that she was not the niece of Lady Percival 
did not now make the slightest difference. 

Arnold instinctively surmised that the Pari- 
sian wife no longer existed, having been a con- 
firmed invalid for years, while sadly clinging 
to the frivolities of fashionable life until her 
feeble strength gave way and the last thread 
snapped. The baron had always felt a pride 
in her physical beauty, but there was no 
magnetism or loveliness in her nature to bring 
out the best that was in him. He fulfilled his 
duty to the last, but there had always been a 
void in his life which he never could quite 
understand, believing his wife to be, without 
doubt, quite equal in character to the average 
woman. 


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Bernard became naturally elated at the 
sudden apparition of the baron, never having 
expected to meet him again, especially on the 
Continent. They soon entered into a lively 
conversation as Arnold explained the details 
of their extended tour with a select, chaperoned 
party, and then casually alluded to his sister’s 
friend, the beautiful Miss Sheridan, as a “highly 
gifted young lady, whose ancestors were 
famous in the American Revolution.” When 
the gondolas finally arrived Baron von Steinitz 
could hardly tear himself away and, being 
easily persuaded to join the party (his friends 
having gone before) he politely requested to be 
taken later to a certain ducal palace on the 
Grand Canal, where his presence was momen- 
tarily expected. The three gondolas glided 
gracefully along, like so many swans craning 
their necks to the measured swing of the alert 
gondoliers, who seemed to bend their dripping 
oars in perfect unison. 

Evelyn sat opposite her devotee. Dr. Brooke; 
her picturesque hat had fallen and remained at 
her feet quite unheeded, she seemingly lost in 
reverie. Her profile and repose of figure 
would have made an exceptional study for 
almost any critical artist. Baron von Steinitz 
nervously glanced at Dr. Brooke with evident 
disfavor, supposing him to be her accepted 


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lover; then, with an air of superior dignity and 
feigned indifference he carelessly observed to 
Dr. Brooke that he thought “American women 
were allowed unusual freedom.” 

During this speech the baron’s eyes were 
riveted on the beautiful and fascinating figure 
before him. Brooke inwardly groaned at the 
insinuation and replied : 

“In America females are treated respectfully 
as women, and given an opportunity to become 
leaders; yes, even equal to many of our dis- 
tinguished countrymen.” 

The baron raised his heavy brow, dilated his 
aristocratic nostrils, and with evident incredu- 
lity enquired: 

“Pardon, Signor, do you consider a woman’s 
intellect equal to that of a man 

Swelling with indignation. Dr. Brooke 
replied : 

“Opportunity is what they require; I am 
aware, however, that in Germany it is con- 
sidered essential that women should be kept 
under strict surveillance.” After recovering 
breath he continued: 

“‘The higher education of women’, as you 
will see, is ‘visibly gaining in the present 
century, and when it is universal they will be 
equipped for leadership all over the world.’ ” 

As the baron did not reply Dr. Brooke 
continued : 


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“She would not wish, however, to eclipse 
men, but to help to mould and influence them 
as to the true meaning of their life work.” 

The baron smiled satirically, wishing that he 
might hear more upon a subject which appeared 
vague and inconsistent, and, leaning forward, 
raised the picture hat, gallantly restoring it to 
his lovely vis-a-vis. Evelyn had heard Wes- 
ley’s vindication of women and secretly wished 
that there might have been opportunity for 
adding a word in behalf of her beloved country- 
women. The ducal palace being already in 
sight, the baron, with evident uneasiness at 
having to depart, awkwardly stumbled over 
himself, endeavoring to make a pretty com- 
pliment, and then requested that he might have 
the honor of being allowed to visit the party at 
the Grand Hotel; this request being granted, 
he raised his white-gloved hand to his brow, 
and with distinguished hauteur reluctantly 
strode from the gondola to the water steps that 
led to the ducal palace. 

Once more the faithful gondolier, Feolari, 
resumed his graceful attitude of swaying and 
poising with the gentle breeze, while the splash 
and rippling cadence of the water had a sooth- 
ing and lulling effect upon the voyagers. 


XII. 


IDenicc an^ tbe 'Koigal Barge 


“Self-reverence, self-knowledge, self-control 
These three lead to sovereign power.” 


The following day a visit was made to the 
beautiful and sacred Santa Maria della Salute, 
as it gleamed above the horizon nearly opposite 
the Grand Hotel; thus the gondolas were not 
long in reaching the landing. This spacious, 
dome-covered church was erected in 1631 in 
commemoration of the plague having ceased 
in Venice. Here the object of special interest 
— leading to the right — is a most interesting 
chapel, fairly teeming with works of art. 

The immense painting by Tintoretto of the 
Marriage at Cana, occupies an imposing 
position with the figure of Christ as the central 
object. For vivid expression and natural color- 
tints this painting is said to be unsurpassed. 
Another work of art (over the altar) is the 
magnificent painting of St. Mark, by Titian, 
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which is considered by many to be his master- 
piece; the superb ceiling frescoes are also 
among his finest works, painted about 1543, 
under the influence of Correggio. 

On leaving the chapel to enter again the 
beautiful Salute, the massive door being 
guarded, was carefully opened and finally 
closed and locked by the sacristan in charge, 
not however, until he had politely exacted the 
usual pittance for his stereotyped services. 

The few remaining days were devoted to 
visiting the famous Venetian glass works, also 
the Royal Lace Manufactory under the patron- 
age of the Queen of Italy. Here young women 
may be seen intently occupied on elaborate 
designs of every description of rare lace, from 
the simple “Renaissance” to the finely 
wrought “Applique” and “Round Point.” 
After a trip to the Lido past the Public Gar- 
den, including the Bridge of Sighs, a visit 
was made to the interesting Church of the 
Frari, erected in 1250-1338, a cruciform 
church in the Gothic style. This terminated 
for the party the third day of sight-seeing at 
Venice. 

The following evening was a memorable one 
and began with the lengthening shadows. 
The little balconies were taken possession of 
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forgotten night. Dr. Brooke and Arnold 
Bernard, remembering that “possession is nine 
points of the law,” secured a balcony long 
before the appearance of the ladies. Were 
there ever such fairy lights on land or sea.^ 
Here there is nothing but crystal sea with tints 
of every hue reflected and magnifled, until the 
radiance becomes indescribably dazzling. 

Mrs. Maitland soon arrived with her charm- 
ing debutantes, for such they appeared in their 
soft, floating gowns of delicately wrought 
fabrics. While the young people were seating 
themselves a bugle was heard, with low strains 
of distant music swelling nearer and nearer, 
until a royal barge approached, with Venetian 
pennants and brilliant lights. 

Preceding this barge was another, decorated 
with fantastic streamers attached to novel 
lanterns in brilliant colors. Here were the 
musicians, men and women in gayly artistic 
Venetian dress with elaborate flutes and 
decorated tambourines. Their lovely voices 
would have been sufficient without tbe aid of 
accompaniment, as they sang the fascinating 
“Margherita,” and “that loveliest of all the 
Venetian boat-songs:” “Fammo, jammo, neop- 
pa jammo ja'" Upon the arrival of the royal 
barge. Dr. Brooke immediately arose from his 
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von Steinitz, who presented a striking appear- 
ance as he stood on the magnificent barge and 
graciously returned the salute. He was ac- 
companied by his august friend Prince Gio- 
vanni Pico, who also doffed his chapeau with 
dignified courtesy. All heads were craned 
from balconies and lattices at the approach of 
the royal guests. They were met at the water 
steps by Dr. Brooke, Arnold Bernard and the 
irrepressible Percy Blakely. The entrance 
hall was fairly crowded with guests, many of 
whom were Americans, and a few notable 
foreigners. All gazed with interest at the 
distinguished prince and baron, while they 
were being conducted to the attractive balcony 
occupied by a coterie of charming Americans. 

His lordship, the baron, with evident chagrin 
realized that he had not been assigned to the 
place of all others which he coveted, as by mere 
chance Prince Giovanni took possession of the 
vacant seat nearest to the fascinating Miss 
Sheridan. Meanwhile, the Vivacious and dip- 
lomatic Virginia Swift endeavored to monopo- 
lize the attention of the German baron. How 
fortunate it is that, as a rule, men seem 
utterly oblivious to the petty jealousies among 
society women, and seldom dream of the 
existence of such an element, even when 
they too are intimately concerned. Virginia 


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Swift was a born American, but of French 
extraction. She inherited the most consum- 
mate taste, and was exquisitely artistic in 
every possible detail. Although simple, her 
gowns were faultless; she knew her power in 
this respect over her less favored sisters who, 
though often far superior in point of personal 
physique, had not the gift of enhancing their 
attractions, which to her had become second 
nature. Baron von Steinitz glanced furtively 
at his attractive blond companion, being visibly 
impressed with her altogether fine aspect. He 
instinctively addressed her in French, in which 
Virginia replied most vivaciously. The baron, 
pleased for the time being, seemed oblivious of 
his immediate surroundings, while his com- 
panion appeared exalted by a sense of victory 
which she had hitherto vainly endeavored to 
attain. It had not taken long for Virginia to 
realize intuitively that Evelyn was born to be 
universally beloved; also that it was needless 
for Evelyn to endeavor to enhance her charms 
or to attract attention in any artificial way. 
The undisguised devotion of the distinguished 
Dr. Brooke, and his decided preference for 
Evelyn had been galling indeed to Virginia, 
who often argued the subject in private most 
unsatisfactorily with her wealthy maiden 
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with a rich German baron, of which she in- 
tended to make good use. Meanwhile the 
spinster sister — a regular martinet — adjusted 
her lorgnette, as if resigned to fortunate fate, 
and held herself uncomfortably erect, like a 
typical American aristocrat. 

After some pleasant badinage with Virginia, 
the baron became a little uneasy, seeing that his 
friend Prince Giovanni appeared to be enjoy- 
ing his tete-a-tete with the beautiful Miss 
Sheridan altogether too much to allow him 
any opportunity for himself. Dr. Brooke, 
appreciating the situation, ordered ices and 
other refreshments, which brought about an 
immediate social transformation among the 
guests. Baron von Steinitz however, soon 
managed adroitly to secure the chair formerly 
occupied by his friend the prince, and with 
evident admiration gazed at the charming 
Evelyn, and said not a word; while she seemed 
entranced with the cadence of the rippling 
water, as the graceful gondoliers in passing 
bent their dripping oars in unison. Suddenly, 
as if aroused from a reverie, Evelyn raised her 
head and gazed full upon the susceptible baron, 
saying : 

“Pardon, Monsieur le Baron, my abstrac- 
tion is inexcusable when you have so kindly 
honored us by your presence on this last 
memorable night in Venice.” 


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The silence invited her to proceed: 

“I admit being absorbed in thought; my 
visit here has been of such value to me in every 
sense of the word.” 

The baron immediately remembered the 
words of Dr. Brooke in speaking of equal 
rights for women; “opportunity is what they 
require;” and then, as if to ascertain Miss 
Sheridan’s views on the subject he replied: 

“May I ask Mademoiselle what she means 
by the word ‘value;’ possibly she is writing a 
book on ‘Equal Rights for Women.’” 

Evelyn’s face became like the damask rose. 
His slight acquaintance did not justify him in 
probing a subject which, if not in readiness for 
publication, should only have been spoken of by 
a few select friends. With evident embarrass- 
ment she replied: 

“No, Monsieur le Baron, I shall not under- 
take to write a book on that special subject; 
still, there are similar topics that bear upon the 
higher education of women, which will grad- 
ually influence and mould their lives to become 
qualified for leadership.” 

Just at that moment Dr. Brooke, having 
heard the controversy, smilingly appeared as 
her champion. The baron seemed greatly 
interested in the theme and enquired : 

“Who are the women of special influence in 
America ? ” 


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“Those women,” said Dr. Brooke, “who 
are eloquent on the vital subjects of the day, 
often the wives of public men, who influence 
the characters of their husbands for the good 
of the American Nation.” 

Baron von Steinitz raised his heavy brows 
and shrugged his shoulders with evident in- 
credulity, saying: 

“How can all women become eloquent .P” 
To which Evelyn quickly replied: 

“x\ny woman may become eloquent; for 
instance, when she and her children are 
ruined by a domineering and dissipated 
father; then it becomes imperative to plead 
for protection and safety.” 

She looked like one inspired — a very queen 
submitting a vital question to a subject. Then, 
as if she expected no reply, but enjoyed the 
privilege of vindicating her sex, she continued : 

“A woman’s mission is not to hide her light 
under a bushel, but to allow it to shine broad- 
cast that it may shed its light upon the dark 
places of the world.” 

The baron appeared electrified by this sud- 
den declaration from a high-minded, beautiful 
woman, and admitted that there was very little 
liberty for women in Germany or France, 
where their superiors in charge were most rigid 
in maintaining a constant espionage over them. 


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He also admitted that he knew very little about 
the form of government in America. Still, it 
seemed to him most inconsistent and undigni- 
fied for women to vote. Whereupon Evelyn 
replied that, “if women were allowed to vote, 
the standard for men would rise to a much 
higher dignity.” She then went on to say that, 
“In many of the charitable societies the edu- 
cated leaders have great influence over the 
lives of the ignorant suppliants, who are often 
crushed at home by worthless, abusive hus- 
bands. ‘ The women who wish to vote are 
not the frivolous, ignorant ones, but the highest 
type of womanhood,’ who,” she continued 
with a benign expression, “represent the better 
part of humanity.” 

The baron bowed assent, scarcely knowing 
how to reply to a subject that seemed to him 
utterly crude and quite absurd, but finally said 
that, “If all women followed a political life, 
there would be none left for polite society.” 
Here the baron smiled most graciously, inti- 
mating that such a candidate for admiration as 
Evelyn could not be well spared from the social 
world. 

This remark was like a stab to the noble 
mind of Evelyn, who continued with tremulous 
voice : 


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“No society butterfly can be called 
really influential compared with the woman 
who is educated and willing to speak to an 
audience, or one who can wield the pen to 
influence public opinion in any righteous 
cause.” 

His Lordship secretly admitted that never in 
the course of his life had he met with such 
exquisite feminine beauty, blending thus har- 
moniously with nobility of character. He also 
asked himself the question if it were possible 
for the American nation to produce many of 
such an unusual type of womanhood. After a 
brief hesitancy as to what he should say to 
terminate the controversy, he gallantly arose 
and bending his manly figure in admiration as 
if before a princess, replied : 

“It is well known that women have been a 
strong power in the world, and will ever con- 
tinue to be. The famous Queen Elizabeth, 
for instance, not forgetting Maria Theresa and 
Madame de Pompadour.” 

Dr. Brooke here came to the rescue, recog- 
nizing that this last speech was totally irrelevant 
to the topic discussed, showing conclusively 
that the baron was utterly incapable of catch- 
ing the true spirit of the subject. Wesley then 
concluded the conversation with dignity and 
emphasis by saying: 


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“There is a vast difference in the manner of 
using power; in one way it crushes and annihi- 
lates; in another it strengthens and invigo- 
rates.” 

Prince Giovanni, meantime, appeared obvi- 
ously interested in the fair, but designing Miss 
Swift, whose maiden sister’s inevitable lorgnette 
suddenly became again adjusted quite con- 
spicuously, in view of the attention of His High- 
ness, the Prince. The baron’s unaccountable 
behavior was soon forgotten, he was so 
agreeably exchanged for a genuine prince. 
Virginia, meantime, recognized the opportunity 
of her life, but suddenly her old characteristic 
feeling of jealousy reasserted itself. Fearing 
that she might lose a final chance, and continue 
to be depreciated in the presence of Evelyn, 
she adroitly assumed a superior air in speak- 
ing of her lovely friend. 

The prince was quick of perception, and 
enquired in French: 

“Were you and Miss Sheridan very near 
friends in America?” 

“Oh, no,” replied Virginia, “quite the con- 
trary; I never met her until presented on the 
steamer.” 

This vague remark was perfectly safe, but 
the manner and mysterious air might mean 
much to a stranger and foreigner. Virginia 


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Swift must not be considered altogether evil- 
minded; she was a typical fashionable society 
girl, who wished always to gain her point, 
believing that she was never in the wrong in 
any possible way. She possessed decided 
views of her owm in regard to everything and 
everybody. If thwarted by any one in the 
slightest degree, there would be no recognition 
or forgiveness until the offender sued for 
pardon almost in the dust. 

The noble prince inherited possessions from 
his father’s family, the Giovanni Picos, with a 
charming villa in France, as well as a castle 
bordering on one of the Italian lakes. He 
inherited from his mother’s ancient French 
family the villa and valuable estate not far 
distant from Paris. Being alone in the world, 
however, he preferred to travel, possibly 
expecting to meet some fair lady possessing 
larger estates than his own. 

Virginia casually raised her pretty hand with 
graceful poise and adjusted the elaborate 
chiffon serenely, and with evident composure 
watched the pleased expression upon the coun- 
tenance of the distinguished prince, while he 
secretly admired the becoming jewels upon her 
beautiful hands. At this moment Evelyn had 
risen as if to part with the baron; seeing this. 
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leaving, to learn something more of the beauti- 
ful American, and as Miss Swift seemed quite 
willing to be interviewed he mildly enquired : 

“Miss Sheridan has, I hear, a fine estate in 
America?” 

“Indeed,” replied Virginia, in fascinating 
French, “I had not heard of it. She resided 
in a Revolutionary homestead which was quite 
too dilapidated to renovate. I believe she has 
decided to write, having already completed a 
book which is to be published in London. 
Her ancestors were famous, but strange to say, 
she has no property whatever, except a heap of 
relics and the ancient house!” 

Suddenly the sound of a bugle was heard, 
which signal announced that the royal barge 
had arrived for the guests to depart. The 
prince at once experienced a revulsion of feel- 
ing at the sound of the bugle, which proved a 
death knell to Miss Virginia’s anticipated 
prospects. 

Prince Giovanni Pico was a man whose 
prejudices were ordinarily on the side of people 
of influence — but here stood two country- 
women side by side: the one beautiful in per- 
son and character had said nothing; the one, 
supposed to be her friend, less beautiful, of 
indifferent characteristics, had said everything ! 
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sympathized with the beautiful, defenseless 
woman, whose book he quite longed to peruse, 
if only for the sake of the writer. After a brief 
farewell, with the anticipated possibility of 
meeting the tourists in London, the guests 
departed on the brilliant barge, much more 
quietly than on their arrival, owing not only to 
the absence of music, but to an indescribable 
void that terminated for them a memorable 
visit. 


XIII. 


J6veli?n Completes ber jfirst ®oob for 
publication. 


“There is no substitute for thorough-going, ardent and sincere 
earnestness.” 


Mr. Perkins and Mrs. Maitland decided to 
leave the following morning for Rome. The 
day of departure was bright and beautiful. 
Before leaving Venice, in passing the gloomy 
palaces on the Grand Canal, the family gon- 
dolas were ever conspicuous, like so many 
private equipages, waiting at the water-steps 
below the fine entrances. The Browning 
Palace appeared dismal indeed, being closed 
for the season. It was formerly owned by a 
royal prince, the last member of an illustrious 
family; when he passed away, it fell into the 
hands of the Brownings. 

Dr. Brooke and Percy Blakely not being 
members of the Maitland party reluctantly 
felt it incumbent upon them to take their de- 
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parture, having decided upon a different route, 
and soon the hour arrived for them to part 
with their appreciative friends. 

Although it is often a boon to have a con- 
genial spirit at hand with whom to exchange 
thoughts and words, yet it is at times quite as 
essential to be left to one’s self for silent reflec- 
tion; thus it came about that on the train 
Evelyn lost no time in collecting her notes, and 
arranging them in proper form; many of these 
had been written at home, while others had 
been accumulated from day to day. Her first 
volume, “The Untrodden Pilgrimage,” — how 
much the title contains! It is quite certain 
that in this vast world there are many pil- 
grimages yet to be trodden and still attain- 
able, in order to fathom the purpose of a 
marvelous universe. The title is a significant 
reminder of the eternal pilgrimage from which 
no traveler returns ; but the goal when attained 
will become the very acme of spiritual conquest. 

Mrs. Maitland and Harold Perkins were 
busily engaged at the station at Venice in 
regard to the checking of luggage, it being 
thought wise to retrace their steps and visit 
Genoa and Pisa — thereby reserving the time 
required later, and also breaking the monotony 
of a fatiguing journey, it being decided to ter- 
minate the tour at Rome. This sudden change 


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of program appeared most agreeable to all con- 
cerned. After a quiet, uneventful day on the 
train, Evelyn progressed rapidly with her 
manuscripts, until she began to feel quite re- 
paid for the loss of her friends, often being 
consoled by the restful companionship of her 
devoted friend Beatrice, whose loyalty could 
always be depended upon. 

On reaching the Genoese railway station, all 
were on the alert, as the history of this city, 
justly named “La Superba,” has been brilliant 
and eventful. The familiar statue of the im- 
mortal discoverer, Christopher Columbus, at 
once greeted the Americans, arousing within 
them a renewed feeling of friendship for the 
enterprising son of Genoa, “who discovered 
the link between the nations, and revolu- 
tionized the destinies of the civilized world.” 

The following day was devoted to sight- 
seeing in Genoa. First a visit was made to the 
Royal Palace, then to the San Lorenzo Cathe- 
dral. It was erected in the twelfth century, on 
the site of an older church. A chapel in this 
cathedral is consecrated to the memory of John 
the Baptist; below the altar are relics of the 
Saint brought from Palestine during the Cru- 
sades. Here only the men of the party were 
allowed to enter, women being prohibited from 


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crossing the threshold held sacred to the 
memory of the Saint, who had lost his head 
through the caprice of a woman. The church 
of the Annunziata was also visited, one of the 
finest in Italy, said to have been erected in 
1587, at the sole expense of a Genoese family. 
It being a feast day, the most sacred relics 
were uncovered, and the immense marble 
columns were quaintly draped with antique 
crimson brocade, while other parts of the 
church were artistically hung with the same 
rich drapery. 

A charming drive was taken the following 
day in the beautiful Acquasola, and a visit made 
to the wonderful Campo Santo, where may be 
seen fabulous monumental memorials, all 
works of art and many life size, — statues of 
the silent dead, whose wealthy descendants 
have spared no expense in reproducing their 
memorable traits in chiselled marble. 

Mrs. Maitland being anxious to reach 
Rome, an early train was taken the next morn- 
ing for Pisa. Meantime Evelyn and Beatrice 
enjoyed much in the companionship of each 
other; — “congenial spirits, bound together 
like dovelets of a kindred feather.” Not so 
with Virginia Swift, who maintained a stiff 
composure, with an air of injured superiority, 
conversing incessantly in an undertone with 


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the soothingly sympathetic spinster Triphina, 
who appeared crestfallen, indeed, at the sud- 
den turn of fortune, causing her to ruminate 
sadly over the result of blighted hopes ! 

At Pisa a drive was taken and a visit made to 
the interesting Cathedral erected in 1063 after 
the great naval victory of the Pisans near 
Palermo. Here one may see suspended the 
swaying chandelier whose oscillations led 
Galileo to invent the pendulum. This beauti- 
ful bronze lamp was designed by Battista 
Lorenzi of Florence in 1587. There are very 
few places in the world where one can find 
such a group of celebrated edifices as the 
Cathedral, the Baptistry and Leaning Tower, 
also the Campo Santo with its marvelous 
statuary and splendid tombs. This burial 
ground was founded by Archbishop Ubaldo 
1183-1200. It is well known that fifty-three 
ship loads of sacred earth were conveyed 
hither from Mt. Calvary in order that the dead 
might repose in holy ground. The Baptistry 
is a wonderful, circular structure of marble, 
where the acoustic properties are most remark- 
able, as one cannot speak aloud without hear- 
ing an echo; the slightest sound reverberates 
indefinitely, and one becomes riveted with the 
fascinating spell while standing under this 
sacred and mysterious dome. 


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After a most instructive but fatiguing trip, 
our friends bade farewell to Pisa as the train 
steamed out of the station for Rome. When 
all were comfortably ensconced in their as- 
signed places in two compartments, Mr. Per- 
kins distributed the mail from America. 
There were several missives and packages for 
Evelyn, one evelope being distinguished from 
all others by its black edge, indicative of mourn- 
ing. The handwriting was manly and notice- 
ably unusual. Evelyn seemed much affected 
by its arrival and obviously considered it more 
precious than the others, yet opened it last of 
all. It was well that she did, as the others 
prepared her for the black-edged missive. 

The young artist Rob and his sister Phoebe 
Slocum had written to inform “dear Miss 
Evelyn” that they were progressing famously 
in their studies. Rob had already disposed 
of several sketches in water-color, and Phoebe 
had written many poems and stories for maga- 
zines. They also mentioned the fact that old 
lady Livingston had passed away, and her son, 
the “fine minister,” had left the city to accept 
a call to a large parish in Philadelphia. 
Phoebe also wrote: — “We all miss him very 
much, as he often came out of town to see us 
and advised Rob about his work and how to 
dispose of his sketches. He also took away 


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my poems and stories, and said they were just 
what he wanted ; and before long he sent me a 
copy of the "Youth's Companion' that I 
might see my own little poems in print. Gen- 
erally he sent a note at the same time with 
money, which he said I had earned for the 
poetry and stories, and this pleased me so 
much that I kept on with my studies, until now 
it is quite easy to write on any subject that he 
suggests. I believe he has a Church paper for 
young people, as he seems to think my little 
compositions ‘just the thing’ every time for a 
weekly edition. Dear Miss Evelyn, Rob and 
I intend to work hard and try to be famous, so 
as to live in Philadelphia some day and belong 
to Mr. Livingston’s church. He tells us not 
to aim to be famous just for the sake of it, but 
to progress in order to help others, just as we 
have been helped by him. I told Mr. Living- 
ston that Rob and I prayed ' 



every day, and he seemed 
Aunt Rubie has gone to P] 


Philadelphia to be 


housekeeper at the beautiful new rectory. 
We all hope that you will not enjoy Europe too 
much and perhaps never return to your loving 
friends in America.” 

The other missives were soon perused ; then 
came the final, mysterious one, last but not 
least. It came from Lindsay Livingston, who 


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feared that Miss Evelyn had not heard of his 
mother’s serious illness; she having finally 
passed peacefully away. He also mentioned 
his new work in Philadelphia as being an 
agreeable change from the many sad memories 
connected with his recent bereavement and 
subsequent solitude. He then alluded to her 
beautiful home as appearing desolate indeed 
without her presence, trusting that she “might 
yet return to transform the aspect of gloom into 
one of perpetual sunlight.” This letter was 
evidently nearer and dearer than all others, 
and consequently read and re-read, as well as 
folded and unfolded, until there appeared to be 
little left except the fragments; these were 
carefully preserved and consigned to a dainty 
card-case, being referred to on numberless 
occasions. Evelyn sighed for the compan- 
ionship of those who could recognize and 
appreciate her work. She scorned a pe- 
dantic affectation of literary superiority, and 
although obliged to absent herself several 
hours every day, she longed to be among her 
friends again. Like a famous Italian critic, 
who was heard to say (having been a recluse 
for some time) “Fra il popolo '^ — “Let us 
go down among the people.” Evelyn decided 
not to live to herself, having now arranged 
her first book for publication in London, 


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entitled “The Untrodden Pilgrimage.” 

The chaperon, Mrs. Maitland, seemed to be 
of the opinion that a prolonged day’s journey 
by train de luxe was far less grievous to be 
borne than a succession of stoppages and 
unpackings, and plunging into unknown inns 
and pensions, with unaired beds. As the 
party journeyed southward the vineyards were 
apparent everywhere, the passing trains being 
often laden with barrels of the luscious fruit; 
and nothing but vineyards greeted the eye for 
miles of country. 

The little hamlets built of rough limestone 
were faintly shrouded in verdure, with curious 
clinging vines and prolific foliage. Finally 
the flickering lights were seen gleaming in the 
distance, which signified the nearness to the 
approaching city; soon they became more 
numerous and dazzling as the train reached its 
destination at the station in Rome. Carriages 
were taken at once to the Anglo-American, 
Via Frattina, where our friends entered the 
large rotunda arranged for reading and as a 
waiting room for guests. A short flight of 
stairs led invitingly to spacious parlors for 
those who preferred quiet and seclusion. 


XIV. 


■fln TRome. H IDisit to the IDatican an5 
Sistiiie Cbapel. 


To hold fast upon God with one hand, and open the other to 
your neighbour: that is religion/’ 


The following morning while Evelyn was 
absorbed in writing at one of the desks in the 
rotunda, she suddenly raised her head and 
saw tw^o gentlemen stationed at the entrance; 
they proved to be the baron and Prince 
Giovanni Pico. This was indeed a surprise. 

It may be well to give some description of 
the Baron von Steinitz, who was a thorough 
German, florid in complexion, and mercurial, 
almost explosive, in temperament. He was an 
inveterate reader; his learning, however, was 
of the encylopedic kind, and he was anxious to 
ascertain all things more for the sake of gaining 
knowledge than to benefit others ; still he 
might have been called a scholar of no mean 
pretensions. Ever since his memorable visit at 

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Venice he felt instinctively that Miss Sheridan 
was given to the use of the pen, as it often 
became quite noticeable that she endeavored 
to conceal a tablet and tiny memorandum 
book, to which she suddenly referred, jotting 
down items on fitting occasions. 

Prince Giovanni was quite another type of 
man, being as much French as Italian, possess- 
ing an even temperament, and courteous to 
the utmost degree, with fine, aristocratic 
features and expressive eyes. His famous 
name and illustrious family were widely known 
throughout Italy. 

On this special occasion Virginia Swift did 
not happen to be present to witness his marked 
deference to Evelyn. With foreign enthusiasm 
the prince turned to the baron and said in 
Italian : 

“I wish it understood, if I may be allowed to 
take my own pleasure, that while the young 
ladies remain at Rome, they shall be enter- 
tained as never before in their lives.” 

The baron bowed graciously and begged in 
turn to be allowed to do his part in extending 
courtesies to the charming Americans, to which 
His Highness politely assented. 

The fascinations of Rome, all will admit, are 
its possession of vast antiquities, as well as its 
sacred history and inherited literature. “The 


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taking of Constantinople in 1453 sent a number 
of Greek scholars into Western Europe and 
especially into Italy. For the first time for 
centuries the wonderful literature and astonish- 
ing history of Greece were made known to 
Western lands. It was like the discovery of a 
new world.” Later on, while Savonarola was 
preaching, the new era had come which we call 
the Renaissance. During that interim print- 
ing had been invented, which largely contri- 
buted to the change in modern history. The 
Renaissance subsequently came as a new birth, 
transforming the Christian world by its wide 
range of freedom of thought. 

Upon arriving in Rome, the centre of in- 
terest is naturally the noblest temple in the 
world — St. Peter’s, with the papal palace of 
the Vatican, full of treasures of ancient art. 
Carriages were ordered by Mr. Perkins for the 
party to carry out the program for the first day 
of sight-seeing, but the baron and Prince Gio- 
vanni anticipated the occasion by appearing in 
a superb landau with liveried coachman and 
footman. This was indeed a decisive moment 
for Miss Virginia, as Evelyn and Beatrice were 
selected to drive with the German baron and 
His Royal Highness who, however, graciously 
greeted Miss Swift, regretting exceedingly that 
the conveyance was inadequate to the size of 


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the party. This arrangement was not in- 
tended for a snub, being manifestly unavoid- 
able, as Beatrice was a special friend of the 
lovely Evelyn and a niece of Lady Percival, 
whom both men had known in London. 

Prince Giovanni, being a Roman Catholic, 
willingly took the initiative, and with a feeling 
of pride led the way, evidently quite in his ele- 
ment, describing and explaining the history 
and value of countless treasures. The Vatican 
library greatly impressed Evelyn with its many 
hidden treasures ; among these were two thous- 
and, four hundred manuscripts of great value, 
some of them being the earliest copies of the 
Gospels. There are also as many as fifty 
thousand rare volumes which are not often 
perused. Yet the archives of the Vatican 
library have been consulted by many famous 
scholars, and also by the late pope, Leo XIII, 
whose high literary taste has won for him the 
title of “Sacred Poet.’’ 

Evelyn and Beatrice soon realized that they 
were viewing these w^ondrous art treasures 
under most favorable auspices, as the prince 
and baron appeared to be “friends at Court,” 
being allowed to enter the most sacred pre- 
cincts which were only visible to the public on 
stated occasions, when the Pope held High 
Mass. The porphyry and malachite, wdth 


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elaborate frescoes were gorgeous in the ex- 
treme, many being gifts from Royalty to 
various popes from one generation to another. 
The Sistine Chapel was duly visited; this is 
well known to have been built by Pope Sixtus 
in 1473. The chief attraction of this chapel is 
its famous masterpiece — the fresco of the 
“Last Judgment'’ by Michael Angelo, oppo- 
site the entrance at the extreme end of the 
chapel. It is a matter of history that this won- 
derful painting was completed after the labor 
of many years in 1541. 

Fifty years ago few Americans travelled 
abroad; at the present day the exceptions are 
those who remain at home. Formerly the ex- 
pense of travelling was much greater than in 
the twentieth century. The old time steamers 
were wholly inferior to our splendid model 
ones, and the danger of crossing the ocean 
deterred many from making (as it was gener- 
ally considered) the “perilous attempt.” Now" 
the expense is within the means of all classes, 
and the fast modern steamers make the dis- 
tance seem comparatively slight across the vast 
expanse of sea to the revelations of the Old 
World. Thus it would seem needless to 
describe in detail the immense number of art 
treasures, the relics and ruins of ancient Rome. 
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flattered himself that he was gaining the 
ascendancy, as the disconsolate baron, appar- 
ently changed his course of action by politely 
devoting himself to little Miss Beatrice, kindly 
explaining to her many essential subjects in 
regard to the marvelous works of art. 

The day following, Evelyn was taken a drive 
with the courteous prince through one of the 
most interesting and historic thoroughfares — 
the Appian Way. This great military highway 
was constructed two hundred and twelve years 
before Christ, and was once the fashionable 
burial place of Rome. During the drive on 
Via Appia may be seen the tomb and beautiful 
monument erected to the memory of Cecilia 
Metella. Many of the tombs are very large 
and were built at great cost, but few are visible 
at the present day. “From here, on this 
same Appian Way, St. Paul first beheld the 
Eternal City, when he came to preach the true 
faith, that it might spread and radiate, at it has, 
from the centre of Christendom.” 

Evelyn was very much impressed by this 
unique drive, the only unpleasant feature 
of which was the number of afl3icted beggars 
who beset the carriage at the risk of their 
feeble lives, being crippled and maimed too 
horribly to describe. She was much affected 


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by their distressed, pinched faces, and threw 
coins continually to the poor wretches, while 
His Highness smilingly informed her that they 
were only “ professional characters, who lived 
by begging.” He called her a “ very charming 
Lady Bountiful,” inwardly admiring her ten- 
derness of heart, although he still considered 
the beggars “bores” and “plagues,” who 
ought to be transported he cared not where. 

They drove out of the Appian Way and came 
to a noted monument consecrated to the mem- 
ory of some saint, when he exclaimed : 

“This is a great favorite of mine. I think 
seriously of ordering just such another as a 
memorial.” 

Evelyn secretly wondered if he had ever been 
married, and looked at him enquiringly, when 
he continued: 

“In memory of my sainted mother.” 

After admiring the subject and artistic 
workmanship she replied: 

“Pardon my not coinciding with you on the 
subject of memorials. It seems to me we have 
passed subjects this afternoon that would 
please your spiritual mother much more if you 
considered them in preference to this ex- 
quisite cold marble.” 

The prince thought she alluded to some 
specially valuable memorial and enquired: 


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“To what do you allude, Miss Sheridan?” 

After a brief silence Evelyn continued : 

“When I beheld those poor, wretched 
human beings asking for bread, it at once 
occurred to me that, in aiding them, it would 
be a living memorial. If some one would 
supply twenty-five starving families with even 
two loaves of bread a day to each family, how 
little the expense would be felt at the end of 
the year; and what a progressive memorial it 
would become, strengthening and increasing 
health and happiness beyond words to ex- 
press ! ” After a pause she continued : “There 
is no limit to a good action; it is like the 
sound of an echo which seems to fade faintly 
away, but sails on indefinitely, we know not 
where. ” 

Prince Giovanni drove his splendid steeds 
under the shadow of a graceful birch, its 
branches overhanging a high stone wall, much 
like the bulwarks of a huge fortress. He was 
greatly impressed with the originality of the 
suggestion, and while resting the horses he 
changed his position and looked her full in the 
face, saying: 

“I never thought of such a memorial; per- 
haps, as you say, my mother now would not 
care so much for an elaborate monument, as 
for a memorial that would give perpetual relief 
to those who suffer.” 


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As a matter of fact the prince was touched by 
a sense of the truth of her assertion, but he also 
wished to conciliate her and not hastily to dis- 
agree, until he had fully decided if she were in 
the right. Evelyn became radiant with un- 
feigned pleasure that he should so soon, appar- 
ently, fall in with her views. She explained 
that such an example would no doubt stimulate 
others to do the same thing, and before long 
much suffering would be alleviated. 

Prince Giovanni suddenly felt like one who 
had experienced an electric shock, realizing 
that he had fallen desperately in love with the 
beautiful American, and at that moment any 
suggestion of hers would have appeared to him 
a fitting memorial. Then, as if to make sure 
that he was not the victim of a dream, he 
sprang from the carriage and, grasping the 
bridle of the horses, snatched an immense 
spray of eglantine which clung invitingly over 
the stone wall directly at the feet of the horses ; 
then, resuming his position, placed the fra- 
grant blossoms in the arms of his lovely para- 
gon. After recovering himself and feeling 
assured that he was quite awake and still in 
his normal condition, he ventured to resume 
the subject with evident enthusiasm, saying: 

“I will at once consult with my Direttore 
upon the subject, and have twenty-five families 


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selected to receive the stipulated offering that 
you have suggested, the cost of which will be 
the interest of a perpetual fund, supplying 
daily the desired amount of bread to twenty- 
five destitute families in the city of Rome. 
This shall be a memorial to my mother. It 
should be called, however, the “Angelic 
Relief Fund!” 

With evident delight, her lovely eyes glisten- 
ing with gratitude, Evelyn unfortunately found 
herself unable to speak, but quite naturally 
held out her hand to Prince Giovanni, while 
he captured the proffered treasure quite as 
though it belonged to him , to keep, being 
tempted to say that he hoped some day to be 
“the fortunate possessor of a hand so lovely.” 
His impressive manner indicated that, to him, 
there was already none dearer or lovelier. 

The afternoon shadows had perceptibly 
lengthened and the roseate hues of the dying 
sun were blazing in the horizon; meantime, 
the restlessness of the horses suggested the 
advisability of turning their steps in the direc- 
tion of home. The prince and Evelyn were 
silent, while he felt much more in earnest in 
consequence of their serious conversation than 
if they had simply enjoyed a little every-day 
flirtation, which often fascinates, but unhappily 
precludes the careful deliberation and wise 
consideration which are so much more to be 


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desired than a hasty decision. Eyelyn in- 
stinctively became aware of the admiration of 
the noble Prince Giovanni, and felt a girlish 
pleasure in being honored by his august 
appreciation, and yet she regretted the thought, 
as there were others whom she preferred to a 
foreigner and comparative stranger. 

In due time they silently reached their 
destination; at this point, although the de- 
votion of the prince had become unmistakeably 
apparent, he maintained a quiet attitude with 
profound courtesy. 

That evening a box of violets and superb 
roses was sent to Miss Sheridan, with Prince 
Giovanni’s card, upon which was written 
“ Votre ami devoue” Evelyn retired early to 
her apartment to think alone — how happy and 
grateful she felt, with a vision of the anticipated 
“Relief Fund.” 

Meantime, Baron von Steinitz was ready 
to declare that he had been made a dupe of, 
being literally dropped to give place to his 
friend the prince, and he emphatically stated 
that he had a prior claim to the society of Miss 
Evelyn. The baron’s unfortunate temper un- 
pleasantly asserted itself more than once in 
the presence of the nonchalant prince, whom 
he considered a “base usurper,” excluding him 
from the agreeable society of the lovely Ameri- 
can. 


XV. 


Zbc iprtnce Hssents to tbe Suggestion 
for tbe IRelief J'unb. 


“Better not to be at all than not be noble.” 


A thoroughly disinterested girl friend is a 
rare thing in society. One might possess a 
dozen excellent traits ; but when there comes an 
unselfish desire to retire for the sake of advanc- 
ing another, it is quite unusual and most ex- 
ceptional in the average woman. Beatrice 
Bernard then, would be called an exception to 
the rule in this respect, as she fully realized 
that the baron felt grievously wronged by his 
recent exclusion from Evelyn’s society; in 
fact it troubled her exceedingly, as she feared 
that constant rivalry between the foreigners 
might terminate at the point of the blade. 

Each day many cathedrals and splendid 
temples were visited; also the Colosseum, 
the Catacombs and Mamertine Prison where 


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the supposed impression of St. Peter’s face is 
shown on the ossified, muddy clay wall. This 
would seem as though even the work of ages 
cannot always obliterate material impressions, 
especially when they correspond with ac- 
knowledged facts handed down to us from 
generation to generation. 

At this point, there being no other visible 
resource for the irritable baron, he reluctantly 
sought the society of the susceptible Virginia 
Swift, merely for the sake of gaining informa- 
tion in regard to the beautiful Miss Evelyn; 
while Virginia, suspecting the real cause of his 
nervousness, pertly enquired if he had noticed 
the extreme devotion of Prince Giovanni to 
Miss Sheridan; to which he replied curtly: 
“No, Mademoiselle, I have not had time to 
watch his sly Highness.” 

“Indeed,” returned Virginia, “he is fairly 
rude to people ! Miss Sheridan evidently 
quite approves of him for they are arranging 
something together — regardez cela, and now,” 
she continued, “you can see for yourself.” 

The complacent prince and Evelyn were 
seated before a table in the rotunda or reading- 
room of the Anglo-American, looking over 
some papers which had just been received and 
which were connected with the “Relief Fund.” 
Evelyn appeared intensely interested and the 


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prince seemed also quite in his element. 
Baron von Steinitz found himself unable to 
bear this mysterious tete-^-tete, and with diffi- 
culty restrained his anger. At this decisive 
moment Virginia, seeing that the baron’s 
temper was aroused, mildly continued: 

“It would be a good thing for the girl if he 
married her, as she is extremely poor, I hear. 
Perhaps he is now conferring some settlement 
of property : no doubt she will have to earn her 
living by writing. It must be hard to be 
forced to work for one’s self. I could do any- 
thing for another, but to be obliged to earn my 
own living — I would prefer to die! Thank 
fortune,” she continued, “that my sister and I 
are independent of everyone, and will never be 
forced to marry for money, like many of our 
unfortunate country-women.” 

This thrust seemed to take effect, as the 
baron had a horror of being duped for the sake 
of his possessions. He looked at Virginia’s 
distinguished figure and for the first time 
thought her really fine looking. She was be- 
comingly and elegantly attired, and her pretty 
hands adorned with superb jewels. “ What a 
revelation,” he reflected, “that the beautiful 
American should actually earn her own living 
in worrying over her publications.” In the 
mean time he thought “no doubt she had been 


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instructed at home to look out for a rich hus- 
band abroad.” How much harm might have 
resulted from these wicked innuendos if the 
baron had been really a worthy suitor! He 
cooled down a little, thinking that possibly 
Miss Sheridan might also have poor relations 
in America who would depend upon her for 
support. He had once married, and did not 
wish to make a second mistake. Virginia re- 
clined contentedly in a luxurious arm-chair and 
smilingly gazed at her electrified companion, 
saying artfully to His Lordship: “How sur- 
prised you seem! I thought that everyone 
knew about Miss Sheridan.” The crest-fallen 
baron had previously conjured up visions of 
the beautiful Miss Sheridan becoming the 
Baroness von Steinitz, but now the object of 
his dreams seemed to fade from sight, while she 
became suddenly transformed into a poverty- 
stricken Cinderella. 

Virginia, in the meantime, endeavored to 
console herself with the thought that she had 
conscientiously performed her duty; seeing that 
the foreigners were becoming extremely an- 
tagonistic, and knowing also that Evelyn 
eventually could not marry both of these men, 
she adroitly managed to secure one for herself. 
With the poise of a swan, her graceful neck 
slowly craned, revealing the beauty of a snow- 


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white throat, she glanced almost tenderly at 
the baron, maintaining also a superior, high- 
bred bearing. She appeared a very princess, 
being robed in a charming gown which fitted 
exquisitely her well rounded figure. After a 
brief silence, during which the deluded baron 
gazed at her with evident admiration, she sud- 
denly placed her delicate hand lightly upon his 
shoulder most confidingly and said: 

“ I fear you are offended. Monsieur le Baron ; 
I should jfiave remembered that you also are 
one of Miss Sheridan’s suitors.” 

“Not so! not so!” he replied, “I shall in no 
way interfere with my friend Prince Giovanni 
Pico.” 

At this remark Virginia smiled resignedly, 
being consoled with the refiection that she had 
at least prevented — who knows — possibly a 
serious affair between the noble prince and his 
friend the baron. 


XVI. 


C:be Karon Kecomcs Strangely 
M\>pnoti3Cb. 


“What do we live for if not to make life less difficult for others? ’’ 


Shortly after Virginia’s conversation with 
the baron, the papers for the “Relief Fund” 
having been examined and considered satis- 
factory, Prince Giovanni summoned his valet, 
who appeared at the entrance and announced 
that the horses had arrived for a drive to the 
oflSce of the Presidente della Congregazione di 
Carita, His Highness seemed in the highest 
spirits, feeling in a glorious mood with himself 
and the world in general, but with no one in 
particular save the beautiful American. Being, 
however, a little absent-minded, he nearly ran 
over the baron who stood in the hall, directly in 
front of the scheming Virginia, whose scarlet 
face was fortunately hidden from view. The 
prince cordially grasped the baron by the hand, 
saying: 


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“Well, well, 1 did not dream you were here.” 
Seeing Virginia he continued with profound 
courtesy: “This is also a pleasant surprise. 
We are on our way to order a memorial in 
which Miss Sheridan is much interested.” 

Virginia gasped an inaudible response about 
“ waiting for some one or something.” Mean- 
while the deceived baron seemed much as- 
tonished at the turn of affairs, as the radiant 
Evelyn did not seem at all likely to change into 
a Cinderella, and it became quite evident that 
His Highness had not made over any special 
property to the before-mentioned young lady. 

Prince Giovanni Pico and Baron von 
Steinitz had been friends from boyhood; 
indeed, their families were nearly related. 
They had been educated by the same instruct- 
ors and tutors when boys, and later in life met 
often in society. The prince had never thought 
seriously of marriage, and was far from being 
of a susceptible nature, like the baron. He 
possessed a much stronger, finer character, 
weighing, and carefully considering matters 
before venturing to commit himself in the 
slightest degree. Under the existing circum- 
stances the baron recognized the fact that he 
never could stand a chance in the presence of 
his handsome and accomplished friend Prince 
Giovanni, in whom already the lovely Ameri- 
can seemed to have become deeply interested. 


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Although Virginia’s motive in disparaging 
Evelyn could not have been an exalted one, 
still it is never really possible to injure any 
noble character, for all things inevitably work 
together for its ultimate well-being. If 
Baron von Steinitz had not been weak enough 
to become prejudiced, possessing an unusually 
fiery temperament, he would have resented the 
devotion of Prince Giovanni and serious trouble 
might have ensued. It w^as quite evident, 
however, that the baron had found his level in 
the society of Virginia Swift, whose apparent 
equanimity and supreme satisfaction at being 
the recipient of even his minute attentions 
became intensely flattering to his colossal 
egotism. Suddenly remembering that he had 
determined to share the courtesies of enter- 
taining the ladies, he at once turned to his 
susceptible companion and enquired if a drive 
would be agreeable. To which the diplo- 
matic Virginia, with becoming smiles, yet not 
with undue haste, finally acquiesced. 

Meanwhile, during these courtesies bestowed 
by the prince and baron, Mrs. Maitland and 
Mr. Perkins were assiduous in their attentions 
to the Bernards and the elder Miss Swift. 
Carriages were in readiness every day for 
sightseeing, and soon the hour of departure 
drew near. The numerous relics and curious 


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antiques of Rome had proved so alluring to 
Arnold Bernard and his sister that they had 
been obliged to purchase large boxes, divided 
into compartments, to contain their extensive 
collection of art treasures. Prince Giovanni 
and the beautiful American were in the hap- 
piest of moods on their return from the office 
of the Presidente della Congregazione di 
Caritd. Evelyn had also been presented to 
the Consul-General, who seemed greatly 
pleased with her charming personality, and 
much impressed by her original suggestion in 
regard to Prince Giovanni’s memorial. “The 
happiest of moods” might indicate that these 
young people were in exactly the same frame 
of mind, — their happiness being identical, 
actuated by the same motive, — but it proved 
quite the reverse. Evelyn was overjoyed in 
thinking of the benefit to be derived from the 
“Relief Fund,” while Prince Giovanni now 
actually recognized the utility of the fund and 
thought nothing of the expense, and he found 
himself supremely happy in contributing to 
Evelyn’s serenity. Iffie horses, likewise, 
seemed in the “happiest of moods” as they 
careered over the roads with no apparent 
desire to return to their haven of rest. The 
prince directed their steps toward the quiet 
outskirts of the city, to avoid the turmoil and 


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constant clatter upon the pavements which one 
hears from morning till night, '' 



reached a beautiful, sequestered 


dilapidated stone walls, partially covered with 
the most exquisite vines and drooping blos- 
soms, redolent with delicious perfume. The 
atmosphere and enchanting scene were most 
seductive to the susceptibility of the young 
prince, and Evelyn, fearing this, almost abruptly 
enquired if he were fond of literature, and what 
style he preferred; to which he replied that he 
had recently become interested in Protestant 
works, especially in a book by Luther, in 
which he remembered his having said: — 

“The heart of a human being is like the 
stones in a mill; put corn in, and the stones, 
going round, and round grind it out; but if no 
corn is there, the stones, still going round and 
round, will grind themselves away.’’ 

“Strange simile,” he remarked; “what do 
you understand by it. Miss Evelyn 

This was the first time that Prince Giovanni 
had dared to make use of her Christian name; 
she replied smilingly: 

“If a man is of no use in the world, he will 
simply rust out and wear himself away w ith no 
good result, like the stones that Luther speaks 
of, that grind themselves away.” 


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“This is what I surmised,” he said, “and 
now, through your sweet influence, I shall hope 
to be of some use in the world, and not grind 
out an aimless existence — according to the 
interpretation of Luther.” 

After a brief silence he enquired if it were 
true that she had recently published a novel? 
Here was an opportunity to admit the truth to 
an appreciative friend. Seeing her slight em- 
barrassment, the prince most courteously, and 
in a gentle tone, continued: 

“Pardon my thus craving your confidence; 
if I have overstepped the bounds of friendship, 
pray forget that I have alluded to the subject.” 

Whereupon Evelyn, with ingenuous loveli- 
ness raised her grateful eyes, full of dignity of 
purpose, and said: 

“When I think of the generosity of your 
Highness in acceding to my proposition for the 
forming of the “Relief Fund,” it is quite right 
that I should reply to your kind interest in re- 
gard to my recent works, which have become 
the better part of my daily life.” 

The prince remained silent, but with evident 
interest listened attentively, while she con- 
tinued : 

“ My first work was partly written at home, 
entitled ‘The Untrodden Pilgrimage.’ From 
day to day during my visit abroad I have also 


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written a ‘Journal’ which has been compiled 
into a ‘Book of Travels.’ Recently I have 
collected all of my various poems and arranged 
them appropriately for a miscellaneous book 
entitled ‘Nugamenta,’ (Little Nothings). You 
may be surprised to hear that through the 
influence of Dr. Brooke, who is now in Eng- 
land, ‘The Untrodden Pilgrimage’ has recently 
been accepted by one of the leading publishing 
houses in London. I received a letter to-day 
from Dr. Brooke, who writes that there is 
quite a demand for the book, which he con- 
siders already an assured success. He also 
adds that, as the writer of the book remains 
unknown, there is much curiosity as to the 
identity of the ‘American lady’ who has been 
announced as the author.” 

Prince Giovanni drew forth his handker- 
chief and waved it high in the air, exclaiming, 
“ Merite! ^‘Vive V Am^riquef^^ 

Evelyn was greatly impressed with this evi- 
dence of the prince’s loyalty, and taking a rose- 
bud from her dainty belt presented it with 
becoming grace to His Highness. The panting 
steeds finally arrived at their destination, the 
drive not having proved a fatal one in any 
respect, as the crucial moment of the prince’s 
decision had not yet turned the current of their 
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How true it is that when one is not quite 
certain of anticipated happiness, a deferred 
knowledge of the crisis often encourages a 
forlorn hope, until Dame Fortune is finally 
crowned with success, or ultimately dethroned, 
as the case may be. 

Baron von Steinitz considered himself a 
most fortunate man in having thus easily 
secured a Baroness number two in the majestic 
person of the wealthy Miss Swift. In conse- 
quence of her sister’s desirable matrimonial 
prospects. Miss Triphina suddenly became 
exceedingly patronizing toward their former 
acquaintances, at once deciding that it was 
quite unbecoming for Virginia to continue 
rambling from place to place, especially as a 
castle on the Rhine would soon become her 
palatial residence. Mrs. Maitland was con- 
sulted, and speedily Virginia and her inflated 
sister bade an exultant farewell to the members 
of the party. The diplomatic sister, Triphina, 
immediately suggested to the baron the pro- 
priety of adopting the German custom of a 
betrothal ceremony, thinking it wdse to secure 
and even bind His Lordship, in case of some 
unforeseen barrier arising to prevent the mar- 
riage; while he, being pleased with Virginia’s 
adroit flatteries and luxurious gifts, so well 
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most willingly, admitting that it would be 
quite proper, being an accepted custom in 
Germany. 

After the betrothal ceremony he proposed to 
present both ladies to the members of his 
ancient family. It now became quite evident 
that the baron did not realize that he was 
being strangely hypnotized by Virginia, aided 
by the adroit Triphina. 

Mrs. Maitland and Mr. Perkins had pre- 
viously arranged to meet several Americans at 
Rome, who were to make an extensive tour of 
the continent. Meantime Evelyn became 
naturally desirous of reaching London as soon 
as possible in regard to her recent publications. 
This also proved to be the ultimate destination 
of the Bernards, who were anticipating a visit 
to Lady Percival in Grosvenor Square. Thus 
it became expedient to bid farewell to the 
kindest of chaperons and her estimable and 
efficient guide, Mr. Harold Perkins. 

The noble Prince Giovanni Pico, reluctantly, 
but with courteous propriety, allowed himself 
to be temporarily detached from the agreeable 
society of the only two ladies of the American 
party whom he actually admired, and for one of 
whom he felt a much stronger sentiment. 

As the time of departure had arrived, Arnold 
Bernard gathered their effects together for a 


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long, continuous journey to the Mother 
Country. 

When the train slowly steamed out of the 
station at Rome, Prince Giovanni stood on the 

E latform attended by his valet, and raised his 
at high above his head with almost reverential 
homage, especially for the one who had 
changed the course of his life, leading him 
apparently in safety “beside the still waters.” 


XVII. 


Cvcl^n anb tbe Bernarbs IDleit Xabi? 
percival in Xont»on 


“Life is a succession of lessons which must be lived to be under 
stood.” 


The journey to London was uneventful. 
Arnold JBernard and Beatrice were absorbed 
in reading and in meditating over their delight- 
ful trip ; while Evelyn passed her waking 
moments in poetic reveries and in taking notes 
for future use. 

Crossing the Channel is to many literally a 
dream in mild weather, if one sails just after 
dusk, arriving at Harwich in the early morning 
with nothing to mark the time but sheer 
fatigue and inevitable sleep in a contracted 
little state-room, with tiers of berths. A glum 
stewardess remains in the saloon near at 
hand and laconically replies to numberless 
questions until she, too, disappears at a late 
hour and reluctantly succumbs to the arms 
of Morpheus. 


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Dr. Brooke and the ever alert Percy Blakely 
were on the qui vive of expectancy at the 
terminal station at London, with a special con- 
veyance for the ladies, so that they might avoid 
the inevitable bustle among shouting cabmen 
and persistent porters. The exclusive convey- 
ance proved to be none other than Lady Per- 
civaPs private equipage, with coachman and 
footman. Dr. Brooke being a special friend 
of the Percivals had explicit injunctions to 
present a missive to their niece. Miss Bernard, 
enclosing an invitation to the charming novelist 
to visit Lady Percival at Grosvenor Square. 
The note was at once submitted to Evelyn, 
who scarcely had a moment to consider, while 
the delighted Bernards and Dr. Brooke ap- 
peared to be already arranging the travelling 
wraps in Lady PercivaPs luxurious carriage. 

The disconsolate Percy Blakely now heard 
for the first time, to his immense chagrin, that 
the wealthy Miss Virginia Swift had separated 
from the tourists, in view of the approaching 
nuptials. He had not received an intimation 
of her engagement to His Lordship, the baron, 
and lamented his fate that such “Swift” for- 
tune should have been so suddenly and forever 
— apparently — wrenched from his grasp. 

Let us leave Lady Percival, for the present, 
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fashionable London society. Suffice it to say 
that she was rejoiced to welcome her niece and 
nephew, and charmed with their attractive 
and fascinating friend, Miss Sheridan, the 
beautiful American authoress. 

Meantime Virginia Swift and her sister 
Triphina also arrived in London, having left 
the baron to attend to important matters in 
Germany. They at once engaged a com- 
modious mansion on Carlton House Terrace, 
lavishly furnished, deeming it expedient to 
secure a winter residence in view of the ap- 
proaching eventful marriage. It did not take 
long for Miss Swift, the American heiress, and 
her devotee, the baron, to become an interest- 
ing topic of the smart set at the coaching meets 
and fashionable garden parties, — Virginia was 
the centre of attraction everywhere — the latest 
object of speculative gossip. She often keenly 
felt the secret shrug of aristocratic shoulders 
among the titled personages, and smiled at 
the thought that, before long, she too would 
become a titled lady — the enviable Baroness 
von Steinitz. 

In visiting Europe she had resolved to make 
a deal in the matrimonial market for honors, 
and had successfully drawn a wealthy baron. 
She possessed herself of a well-appointed 
equipage, drawn by high-stepping horses, 


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and was envied by many a humble passer-by as 
being the wealthy heiress and future bride of 
the magnificent fearon von Steinitz. Weeks 
passed in her luxurious home, but no word 
came from the delinquent baron, although the 
following item had appeared in several of the 
leading newspapers in London and Paris : 

“A marriage has been arranged and will 
shortly take place between Baron von Steinitz 
of Thurnberg Castle on the Rhine, and Vir- 
ginia, daughter of the late Barrington Swift of 
New England, U. S. A/’ 

In another column of the paper a flattering 
article appeared describing the heiress. Miss 
Swift, in her elegant toilettes, emblazoned with 
jewels. Soon it became rumored that the 
baron was missing — no trace of him could be 
obtained. None of his relatives had seen or 
heard of him for months. Virginia and 
Triphina had written repeatedly to the various 
banking houses in London and Paris and to 
the faithful old servants at Thurnberg, who 
announced the fact that he had passed several 
days at the Castle many weeks previous, at 
which time he appeared in a gloomy, abstracted 
state of mind, not wishing to be spoken to. 
His chief occupation during his visit at the 
Castle seemed to consist in destroying papers 
and documents, and later he was seen to dis- 


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appear from the grounds in the direction of the 
water, carrying a small hand portmanteau. 
Detectives were sent all over the Continent, 
but nothing could be learned of the once 
enviable and flourishing baron. It is needless 
to say that Virginia and Triphina were in a 
high state of excitement, interviewing all sorts 
of extraordinary personages vested with author- 
ity, including a special force of the Secret 
Service. Gens d’armes employed in Paris 
were notified to be on the alert to discover if 
foul play were the cause of the baron’s sudden 
disappearance. The extent of his wealth 
being widely known, it had been suggested that 
he might have been murdered on his way from 
the Castle. The consternation at Carlton 
House Terrace was unbounded. Carriages 
lined the road continually with languishing 
occupants who, curiously enough, left sym- 
pathizing cartes de visile, occasionally substitut- 
ing a nosegay to revive the drooping spirits of 
the unhappy heiress. No one dreamed it 
possible that His Lordship, the baron, could 
have dreaded his fate with such a rich prize as 
the attractive Miss Swift. 

As the days passed on with no tidings what- 
ever, popular opinion pointed at suicide, while 
the Swifts believed the baron to have been 
assassinated after he left the Castle. There 


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remained no sort of clue as to what became of 
His Lordship from the moment after he was 
seen wending his way from Thurnberg Castle 
in the direction of the water. The next step 
to take was to ascertain the possibility of find- 
ing a will. Had the baron made one ? Or 
would his entire estate revert to his nearest 
relatives ? Virginia reposed tranquilly with 
the reflection that, having passed through the 
ceremony of betrothal, without doubt the 
baron had anticipated the future for her bene- 
fit. To possess Thurnberg Castle, however, 
would have been sufficient to satisfy the dream 
of her life! She cared nothing for accumulat- 
ing wealth, her own fortune being equal to all 
requirements. Finally it became probable 
that Baron von Steinitz would never appear 
again in mortal guise to render a personal 
account of himself, and satisfy the curiosity of 
the public. 

Meantime, Dr. Wesley Brooke frequently 
visited the Percivals at Grosvenor Square. 
Sir Edwin thoroughly appreciated the society 
of Wesley, while Lady Percival became as 
devotedly attached to Evelyn Sheridan. Thus 
it did not take long for the Percivals to realize 
that, to Dr. Brooke, Evelyn was the “Ideal 
Woman,” he seeming already bound up in all 
that she loved and all that she hoped to attain 
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There were teas and routs at magnificent 
gardens and stately mansions, given for the 
niece, Miss Bernard, and her charming friend, 
the “American authoress.” Many of the 
literati, including distinguished men of art and 
science, were present, who congratulated Miss 
Sheridan on the success of her recent publica- 
tions. Much credit, however, was due to Dr. 
Brooke’s efforts on her behalf. During the 
time that Evelyn was travelling on the con- 
tinent, Brooke was alone instrumental in 
securing acceptance for “Untrodden Pilgrim- 
age.” The volume, however, spoke for itself. 
It is well known that a novice in the art of 
novel writing vainly endeavors to bring out 
a meritorious work, simply from a lack of 
knowledge as to the proper course to adopt. 
There are some persons who seem from the 
very start to be born into this world for luck; 
and yet it is universally admitted that a strong 
effort becomes imperative, and a cautious 
venture quite essential in cases where there is 
nothing to resort to for a livelihood at the very 
outset in life. It is something like feeling 
one’s way in the dark, in order to make a safe 
exit. In this way it should be remembered 
' that Evelyn Sheridan had left her ancestral 
home with little or nothing to depend uponffor 
the future but the resources to be gained from 


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her inward spiritual and intellectual nature; 
these resources are often termed “gifts.’’ Be 
it so, or not, she believed it quite possible for 
any woman with an ordinary practical educa- 
tion, to so cultivate her higher nature that she 
might become empowered with discerning 
insight into a diviner knowledge than could be 
attained by any amount of superficial learning. 


XVIII. 


(Tbc fiDusicale at Xabi? pcrcival’a in 
(Broavenor Square 


“Love me, and tell me so sometimes.” 


In due course of time tidings came from 
Thurnberg Castle that a clue to the unfor- 
tunate baron’s fate had been discovered. 
Articles had been found near the banks of the 
Rhine which had undoubtedly fallen from the 
portmanteau seen in his possession; and 
among the articles were scattered leaves of 
“The Untrodden Pilgrimage.” This proved 
conclusively that they were treasured to the 
last degree. With no other proof than this it 
seemed suflScient to lead to the conclusion that 
he had either slipped from the precipice into 
the water, or had voluntarily sought this final 
exit from his approaching marriage. A distant 
member of the ancient house of Von Steinitz 
was immediately authorized to visit Thurn- 
berg Castle. He was met by the baron’s 


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Intendant, who at once took possession of 
valuable papers that were consigned to his 
keeping as executor. After a close examina- 
tion of the various documents a sealed package 
was finally disclosed in a secret repository of 
His Lordship’s private escritoire, which proved 
to be his last will and testament. 

Let us return to Grosvenor Square where 
Lady Percival’s dinners and delightful re- 
ceptions were considered to be “ quite the order 
of the day” — to quote the words of one of the 
privileged guests, the portly Sir John Dupler, 
who jocosely concluded this remark by explain- 
ing that while these dinners were “quite in 
order”, after partaking of the bountiful feasts 
offered, he felt very much “out of order.” 
There were present at these functions many 
famous diplomats and literati of London, also 
a few representatives of nobility, including the 
Duke and Duchess of Merriweather, besides 
distinguished relatives of Sir Edwin Percival . 

In the meantime Prince Giovanni Pico 
arrived upon the scene and became extremely 
courteous to the Americans. The final enter- 
tainment given by Lady Percival was a select 
musicale, expressly intended for the exclusive 
performance of her amateur friends, and for 
the special edification and diversion of a few 
privileged Iguests. After several charming 


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renditions from well-known amateurs, Lady 
Percival was seen to glide gracefully across the 
spacious salon in the direction of Evelyn Sheri- 
dan, who was engaged in an animated con- 
versation with Prince Giovanni Pico, while Dr. 
Brooke stood at a respectful distance, appar- 
ently in a most abstracted mood. Soon, how- 
ever, the gracious prince and Dr. Brooke were 
impelled by the exigency of the moment to join 
the eloquent and persuasive Lady Percival in 
securing Evelyn’s lovely voice to contribute to 
the delightful program. Here at this crucial 
moment, stood His Highness, the prince, and her 
loyal friend. Dr. Wesley Brooke, side by side, 
awaiting her pleasure to be escorted to the 
magnificent instrument. It being apparent, 
however, that only one escort was required, 
with becoming courtesy she allowed herself 
to be guided by her ever faithful devotee, Dr. 
Brooke. 

Evelyn soon realized the fact that her posi- 
tion was a trying and possibly difficult one, 
the audience being distinctly musical, includ- 
ing many well-known amateurs. The critical 
moment had arrived, and all eyes were riveted 
on her charming personality as she sat before 
the Steinway. Slowly and clearly her voice 
swelled to Gounod’s beautiful “Ave Maria,” 
so universally admired and sung for years. It 


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was indeed a gem, and called forth much praise 
and considerate applause. As this did not, 
however, seem to be sufficient to satisfy her 
appreciative audience, she was urged to sing 
again — something — anything that she herself 
preferred. A simple thing well executed is 
often refreshing to the most classical ear; and 
clearly, with resonance of voice, she sang the 
charming poem of Bourdillon : 

“The night has a thousand eyes 
And the day but one; 

Yet the light of the bright world dies 
With the dying sun. 

The mind has a thousand eyes 
And the heart but one; 

Yet the light of a whole life dies 
When love is done.” 

Then, to the surprise of those who knew that 
the fascinating poem had terminated, she 
continued singing her own added stanza: 

The angels have a thousand eyes 
And God but one; 

Yet the Divine light never dies 
When life is done. 

At the close of this charming song Evelyn’s 
eyes seemed to possess a translucent, glorified 
expression. They appeared almost trans- 

{ )arent, with a divine insight, that radiated 
rom her very soul. The audience was both 


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charmed and electrified by her novel termina- 
tion of the poem, as well as by the purity of her 
exquisite voice. There are “songs without 
words” that are much in vogue, but a song 
with such words leaves an indelible impression. 
Prince Giovanni applauded with genuine 
foreign enthusiasm, while Wesley Brooke 
remained silently entranced. Evelyn at once 
aroused Dr. Brooke from his reverie by making 
some trivial remark, to which he quietly 
replied and then congratulated her upon a 
most “successful d^but.” 

It became manifestly natural that Wesley’s 
manner should have seemed abstracted and 
preoccupied upon this last evening in London. 
He had previously consulted Evelyn in regard 
to the erection of the proposed hospital at 
Newton, which necessitated his immediate 
return to America in order to superintend the 
arrangements of work. After the last guest 
had departed from Lady Percival’s musicale. 
Dr. Brooke, as a privileged friend, remained 
for parting words and a final farewell. 

Evelyn and Wesley stood alone in the great 
entrance hall — two powerful forces, the one 
abounding in strength of purpose, and the 
other with wealth to carry out almost any 
desirable project. The silence invited him to 
speak, and yet he dared not touch upon dan- 


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gerous ground. To lose her friendship would 
have been fatal to his very life. All at once he 
adopted a forced gaiety of manner, expressing 
himself with evident delight in referring to her 
unusual success in the recent demand for a 
second edition of “The Untrodden Pilgrim- 
age;” “Nugamenta” also having met with a 
large sale, and the “Book of Travels” being 
still in constant demand. As Evelyn remained 
for a moment silently pleased, Wesley enquired 
rather constrainedly: 

“Will these publications detain you much 
longer in London.^” To which she quickly 
replied : 

“I trust not, as I am now greatly interested 
in our splendid project in America. What a 
boon it will be to the little town of Newton, 
and the surrounding country! I know. Dr. 
Brooke, that the work will become a blessing; 
and that you will derive immense satisfaction 
in erecting such a splendid monument to 
posterity; I wish,” she continued, “that it 
might be named the ‘Wesley Hospital.’” 

At this remark he faintly smiled and looking 
away abstractedly replied: 

“I have already written to the best archi- 
tects, suggesting an appropriate site for the 
building, the location you preferred to all 
others. We find that the land can be easily 


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obtained, and now they are awaiting my return 
in order to make a few preparatory arrange- 
ments before the work is fairly commenced. 
If you do not object, I should prefer to name 
the hospital ‘The Evelyn.’” 

To this remark she laughingly replied: 

“We will not argue that point at this early 
stage. Let us first build the hospital!” 

The hour was late, and they stood at the 
open door. Wesley endeavored to maintain 
his usual spirits until the very last moment, and 
fearing that he might soon break down, finally 
exclaimed impulsively: 

“It is late and we must part. I fear that I 
have wearied you. Write to me, Evelyn!” 

And holding both of her hands for a moment 
he dared to kiss one, then disappeared in the 
darkness. 


XIX. 


Dr. ffiroohe IReturns to Hmerica to 36iul& 
tbe Dospital at IRewton 


“He that is mighty hath done to me great things.” 


Immediately after the departure of Dr. 
Brooke to America it was rumored that Miss 
Sheridan, the author, was without doubt 
betrothed to the distinguished and wealthy 
physician. Even Prince Giovanni Pico be- 
came sadly convinced of her preference for the 
fortunate American, which to a certain extent 
was quite true. 

Meantime Evelyn took every opportunity 
to advance her lovely and modest friend 
Beatrice, wishing that her womanly traits 
might be fully appreciated, and that her quiet 
loveliness might not fail of its proper estima- 
tion in the eyes of the noble Prince Giovanni. 
Lady Percival greatly admired the prince, and, 
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seeing that Evelyn constantly avoided his per- 
sistent devotion, decided to convince His High- 
ness that quite possibly Miss Sheridan was 
already betrothed to an American gentleman. 
Nothing daunted, however, the prince de- 
termined to ascertain for himself, and after a 
private interview with the young lady he cooled 
down considerably and evidently appreciated 
Lady Percival’s kind warning. 

Prince Giovanni was a fine character; he 
did not hesitate to assure Evelyn that she had 
made him a better man through her wise and 
beautiful counsel, including the unique sug- 
gestion of the “Relief Fund,” as a fitting 
memorial to his revered mother. He also 
consoled himself with the happy reflection that, 
had she known him before becoming engaged 
to the favored American, whoever he might be, 
no doubt a Giovanni Pico would have gained 
the ascendancy. Realizing, however, that Miss 
Sheridan’s decision was final, he suddenly 
endeavored to appear indifferent as to the 
result of their final interview. The kind- 
hearted Lady Percival, perceiving his deep 
chagrin and evident disappointment, arranged 
a coaching party and drive to meet at her 
beautiful country seat, although early in the 
season — stipulating with the prince to remain 
as her guest. His first impulse was to decline 


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the invitation, but pride finally decided him to 
acquiesce. Meantime Lady Percival and her 
niece, the lovely Beatrice, were more than ever 
gracious to His Highness, and Evelyn also 
maintained her usual friendly manner, wishing 
to convince the young prince that Beatrice 
Bernard was quite as worthy of consideration 
as herself. The courtly prince, being fond 
of Lady Percival, out of sheer courtesy devoted 
himself to “Miss Beatrice,” merely, as he 
thought, for pastime ; soon, however, he began 
to appreciate and fully realize why Evelyn 
had secretly enjoyed her society, and before 
many days the modest, retiring niece of Lady 
Percival obviously found favor in the eyes of 
Prince Giovanni Pico. 

Several months had glided by and April’s 
tears and sunny smiles were gladly welcomed 
once more, as King Winter reluctantly freed 
himself from his icy chain. Meantime the 
atmosphere had visibly changed at Carlton 
House Terrace. Sunshine no longer reigned 
supreme. Nothing but gloom seemed to pre- 
vail from turrets to basement. The forlorn 
inmates were aimlessly moving from one apart- 
ment to another, declining to be interviewed 
by inquisitive visitors upon a subject which 
was not only a mystery, but galling in the 
extreme. Tne baron’s few remaining rela- 


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lives had quite ignored the Swifts, and, 
stranger still, no word or expression of sym- 
pathy had been received from them at Carl- 
ton House Terrace. The executors adhered 
strictly to the terms of the baron’s will, and as 
Virginia had not been mentioned in any man- 
ner whatever, of course the prospect of possess- 
ing Thurnberg Castle soon faded into a vision 
of the past. 

The spacious mansion of Lady Percival 
appeared quite the reverse from the Swift 
residence. Here the atmosphere w^as per- 
meated with quite a different element. The 
engagement of Lady Percival’s lovely Ameri- 
can niece, Beatrice Bernard, to Prince Gio- 
vanni Pico had already been announced, and 
the young people had never been more joyous 
and happy. In the midst of the festivities, 
much to the surprise of Evelyn and the entire 
household, a mysterious document was re- 
ceived, addressed to her. It came from the 
executors of Baron Von Steinitz, announcing 
the fact that the said baron had bequeathed 
the sum of ten thousand pounds to Miss 
Evelyn Sheridan, to be devoted to whatever 
purpose she might elect. 

There was no longer any mystery as to the 
cause of the baron’s d^eath, it being now evident 
that he had realized his weakness in at first 


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allowing himself to be prejudiced in regard to 
the character of the beautiful American. 
When too late he had discovered his mistake, 
and this, added to the prospect of allying him- 
self with the one who had been the means of 
separating him from his ideal, was quite too 
much for his passionate nature. While on a 
visit at Thurnberg Castle in a very depressed 
state he had sent for Evelyn’s book, “The 
Untrodden Pilgrimage.” Such a production 
would ordinarily have been the means of 
uplifting almost any afflicted soul, and in the 
baron’s case it no doubt had this effect for a 
time ; but his rash act proved conclusively that 
her writings had given him an insight into her 
true character. This sudden revelation had 
made an indelible impression ; while the sense 
of his loss, coupled with the thought that Vir- 
ginia, his future bride, had undoubtedly 
deceived him in order to lure him on for the 
sake of her own selfish ambition, proved too 
much for him to endure. 

After a brief interval, however, Carlton 
House Terrace took on a gayer aspect. Vir- 
ginia, with deep chagrin and evident dis- 
appointment, immediately began a series of 
fashionable musicales, while the aesthetic 
Percy Blakely — who, by the way, adopted a 
strikingly ultra mode of dress — subsequently 
became a most conspicuous figure at all of the 


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entertainments given in polite society. In- 
deed he appeared continually as Virginia’s 
devotee, and finally it became rumored that, 
without doubt they were secretly betrothed. 
This at first was not true; but Virginia, hear- 
ing the rumor, soon decided that she might do 
worse than to marry a society fop with no 
special foible or incumbrance to make him 
objectionable. The susceptible and aesthetic 
Percy manifestly admired her stately bearing 
and the artistic taste, which to him was noth- 
ing short of the highest art, in all her surround- 
ings and in every detail of her exquisite gowns. 
It pleased Virginia like a child, to have even a 
solitary audience, ever ready to praise her 
gewgaws, while he apparently possessed many 
of the essentials so desirable in a devotee. 
The pliable Percy soon found himself actually 
enamoured of her ladyship, and considered 
himself fortunate that the “Swift” fortune 
was thus happily included. They were well 
matched, these two, she possessing the where- 
withal to carry on a luxurious establishment, 
without which their lives would have been 
sadly incongruous, neither possessing the 
requisites for a higher life. 

Governor and Madam Bernard, the parents 
of Beatrice, considered it essential that her 
marriage with Prmce Giovanni Pico should 
take place in America; ultimately they would 


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return to Italy or France, residing where they 
pleased. This being the case, Lady Percival 
decided to chaperon the young people to the 
fair “Land of the Free” on the first of May. 

Evelyn had already realized a large amount 
from her publications. The sales now for 
“Nugamenta” and her “Travels” were pro- 
gressing finely and her books were quite the 
rage all over the continent. 

Great preparations for the approaching 
wedding were being made in America at the 
fine country seat of Governor Bernard in the 
State of New York. The select steamer 
party was ideal, and the passage proved de- 
lightful in all respects. Arnold Bernard at- 
tached himself to his aunt, not forgetting 
“dear Miss Evelyn,” while Prince Giovanni 
became assiduously devoted to his lady-love, 
Beatrice, and still considered Evelyn and Lady 
Percival with distinguished courtesy. His 
previous acquaintance with Evelyn had placed 
her on a pedestal of reverence, much as if she 
were a sister of Beatrice ; indeed she had 
adroitly shown him the beauty of Beatrice’s 
sweet young nature, like the unfolding of a 
rosebud, redolent with the fragrance of Spring. 
What a loyal friend to possess; so utterly 
unselfish, ever ready to bring to light the 
hidden treasures in the depth of another’s 
character ! 


XX. 


anb tbe ffiernarbs IReturn to 
Hmerka after tbe Iboopttal 
ts Completeb 


Cheerful giving is the very essence of benevolence.” 


On landing at New York Evelyn decided to 
leave her friends at once for her beloved home 
in the suburbs of Boston. Although finding 
it difficult to part with her dear Beatrice, she 
finally relinquished her society with com- 
placence in view of the latter’s approaching 
happy marriage to Prince Giovanni Pico. 

The familiar figures of Governor Bernard 
and Dr. Brooke were soon discerned anxiously 
waiting to greet their friends, as the steamer 
approached the pier. Not the least conspicu- 
ous among the waiting crowd was the well 
rounded figure of a quaint looking woman who 
had been sent as a special messenger from 
Philadelphia to escort Evelyn to her ancestral 
home. This solitary person proved to be her 
faithful maid Rubie Slocum, who, during 
Evelyn’s absence, had occupied the position 
of housekeeper at the new Rectory. 


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Ruble had recently been sent on several 
occasions to Fairfield to arrange the old famil- 
iar rooms, and the valuable art treasures 
which were all returned to their former resting 
places. Changes had been made resulting in a 
veritable reproduction of its former grandeur. 
Wesley Brooke had corresponded with Dr. 
Livingston regarding the preparations at Fair- 
field, and arranged to meet the faithful servant. 
Ruble, upon the arrival of the steamer, and 
here the eventful tour abroad came to its con- 
clusion, as everything must; and much had 
been accomplished, indeed more than Evelyn 
had dared to anticipate. Her aspirations 
had proved well founded; she had gained 
increased strength from the great Stronghold 
that never swerves nor can be affected by any 
disturbing elements. 

Carriages were ordered and Governor Ber- 
nard gladly took possession of his happy 
family. He warmly greeted his prospective 
son-in-law, who had sailed across the Atlantic 
to secure an American bride. Evelyn and 
Beatrice were absorbed in close conversation, 
anticipating an exchange of visits, and much 
happiness in the future. Trains were taken 
for their respective destinations, and Evelyn 
found herself once more travelling toward the 
beloved city of her ancestors. 


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A train was taken that afternoon for the 
ancient town of Newton, where at the familiar 
station Dr. Brooke secured a carriage for the 
beautiful drive to Fairfield. Steamer trunks 
and other luggage remained on the primitive 
platform to be sent for by the “Slocum Bros.’ 
Express Co.” Faithful Rubie, the sister of 
the proprietors of the company, appeared 
overjoyed, not only by the return of her mis- 
tress, but with some mysterious cause of glee. 
Evelyn noticed her peculiar expression and 
naturally surmised that she had heard of the 
new hospital which was already in sight on 
the outskirts of Newton. 

“Here it is!” observed Dr. Brooke, who sat 
with the driver, as he directed her attention 
toward a splendid structure. “Our hospital 
and home for invalids. Shall we rest a moment 
by the way and get a better view of it without 
alighting ? ” 

It must have been fairly startling that in six 
months’ time such complete work had been 
accomplished. Evelyn did not speak, but 
with evident delight and grateful, glistening 
eyes, said: 

“Don’t think me childish. Dr. Brooke; but 
I have a most unfortunate way of being a little 
overcome when especially happy. How was it 
possible,” she continued, “to erect this fine 
building in so short a time 


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Wesley seemed already rewarded for his 
trouble and anxiety in rushing the work before 
her arrival in May. 

“Well,’’ he replied, “it is all due to the 
indefatigable architect and his men. The in- 
terior will soon be completed, as an extra force 
has been secured, and they are now hammer- 
ing away, as you see and hear.” 

At this moment he requested the coachman 
to drive to the rear of the building, where to her 
great surprise, there appeared a small but 
beautiful chapel nearly completed. She looked 
with astonishment at Dr. Brooke for explana- 
tion. 

“I think,” he said, “this will greatly please 
you; I remember that you once wished that 
there were a chapel near enough for the con- 
valescents to be taken to daily service.” 

“Dr. Brooke,” exclaimed Evelyn, “I feel 
like one in a dream. Now you know what I 
meant when I said it was a privilege to be rich. 
How good and generous you are to your fellow- 
beings; but first of all we must not forget that 
gratitude is due to the One for whom you are a 
trustee for all the manifold gifts that have been 
intrusted to you. This chapel will be a day- 
spring of joy to the weary invalids. How dear 
of you to remember my speaking of it!” 
And suddenly she saw, carved over the high 
entrance in the granite, “St. Luke — For 
Convalescents.” 


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“Does this coincide with your views?” 
Before she could reply, the driver having been 
directed to move on, she suddenly discovered 
her own name cut in the massive granite over 
the hospital entrance, “The Evelyn.” 

“You are very, very good,” she said meekly; 
“only — the last name should have been yours 
—‘The Wesley.’” 

The horses instinctively turned their steps 
from the noisy pavements, toward lovely Fair- 
field and her beloved home. 

The month of May was again glorious. 
'The meadows presented the usual vivid con- 
trast, here and there bursting with fresh 
emerald tints amid the slumbering amber 
effects produced by the continual frosts of the 
previous winter. Evelyn noticed that once 
more the devoted maid assumed an expression 
of unfeigned wisdom and evident delight. 
She kindly enquired if Rubie were happy to 
return to the old home ? to which she replied 
with glee: 

“Never more so, dear Miss Evelyn, for I 
know you’ll be greatly s’prised and rejoiced.” 

This remark seemed only natural and proper 
from the simple-hearted maid and devoted 
nurse of her childhood. Soon they approached 
the grand entrance and drove under the wel- 
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birches and ancient alders along the line of the 
carriage drive to the mansion. Dr. Brooke 
and Riibie both gazed at Evelyn’s lovely face 
as she exclaimed on reaching her home : 

“What does this mean Who has done 
this.^ I must know!” 

After Dr. Brooke helped her to alight she 
flew from the porte cochere up the steps to the 
grand old piazza. Such a transformation! 
The old pillars were highly polished with 
exquisite designs in elaborate panel-carving, 
minutely copied from the original relics. A 
model of Revolutionary fame had been thor- 
oughly renovated and transformed into a 
luxurious and restful abiding place. The 
exterior appeared quite modern and very 
beautiful. They quickly entered the great 
front hall, and behold! instead of the dilapi- 
dated stair-case a gracefully artistic modern 
one presented itself. Yet every Copley re- 
mained in place, and nothing seemed to have 
been disturbed. A complete metamorphosis 
had been wrought in the reconstruction. 
Evelyn threw herself into a cushioned recess in 
the hall and said impulsively: 

“Please let me know. Dr. Brooke, the truth 
at once. Has this work been yours 

To which he replied pleasantly: 

“I wish I could say yes, but I am not the 
fortunate donor of this happy surprise.” 


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“Then, perhaps,” she continued, “Ruble 
may know something about it.” 

At this moment Ruble appeared, coming 
from a distant room where she had been con- 
sulting with herself as to what she should say 
when questioned. 

“Of course. Miss Evelyn, 1 do know,” she 
exclaimed, “who had this work done, being 
sent often to look after things. Dr. Living- 
ston told me not to speak of it until you came 
home, and even now I may be a-doing wrong 
to tell that he, hisself, did the whole blessed 
thing.” 

Then standing near enough for Evelyn alone 
to hear, she continued in an undertone: 

“My Express Company brothers think he 
did it with the legacy left him by your cousin. 
Miss Anson Farrar; but I don’t really know 
how that was meself. Anyhow,” she went on 
to say, quite audibly, “it was a fine thing for 
him to do, and for my part I’m awful glad on 
it.” 

This final speech elicited much merriment 
from Dr. Brooke, while Evelyn seemed quietly 
amused, but regretted exceedingly that Lind- 
say Livingston should have considered it a 
duty to confer his own special legacy upon her 
in any manner whatever. 

It had naturally never occurred to Dr. 


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Brooke to renovate the dilapidated old man- 
sion, being entirely absorbed in the erection of 
the chapel and hospital; and knowing, as he 
did so well, that Evelyn was now in no need of 
financial aid, he did not think that there was 
any special necessity for immediately renovat- 
ing the ancient homestead. 

This, however, did not appear to her in the 
same light ; Lindsay Livingston had not heard 
of her success, which had placed her in an un- 
expected position. As the shadows lengthened, 
the ebbing day soon became bathed in a flood 
of blazing fire, until the western glow was 
faintly discernible, and a final benediction 
proclaimed the night. 

The familiar hanging lamps and candelabra 
were again made luminous, adding a charming 
brilliancy to the fine old mansion. Dr. Brooke 
would not remain that first evening, reminding 
Evelyn that rest was essential after the fatigue 
and excitement of the eventful day. That 
same evening Miss Phoebe Slocum and her 
brother Robert, the young artist, called to 
present a fine painting to Miss Evelyn, also to 
exhibit a copy of one of her Copley portraits, 
which the young artist had just completed. 
The work indicated a skillful touch and 
deserved much praise. Evelyn summoned 
Rubie at once to send word to the “Express 


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Company” brothers that the young people 
were invited to pass the night at the Sheridan 
Mansion, where they were assigned to cheerful 
quarters in the commodious ell. The follow- 
ing morning they were informed that Miss 
Evelyn wished to speak with them in the 
library, where she sat before her desk. With 
evident pleasure, she expressed a desire to 
send Phoebe and her brother Robert on a con- 
ducted tour abroad, that they might perfect 
themselves in literature and art. Such good 
fortune had never been dreamed of in the 
Slocum family. At this announcement Robert 
and his sister appeared actually startled, 
looking at each other as if to verify their 
own identity. In a moment, however, Rob 
arose with dignified bearing, and replied that 
words were inadequate to express their grati- 
tude for such a rare privilege. He hoped, 
however, some day to show his appreciation 
by making a proper use of these splendid 
advantages, which never would have been 
theirs, but for her generous offer. 

The precocious Phoebe, who possessed a 
refined taste for everything beautiful, like most 
girls of her age, was naturally very enthusiastic 
over the proposed tour, and expressed un- 
feigned delight that it had become possible for 
her fondest dreams to be actually realized. 


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The immense advantage of foreign travel to 
these young people quite settled the matter at 
once; it not being considered essential to 
consult their guardians, who were daily strug- 
gling in a new enterprise for the purpose of 
maintaining a large family at the farm, with 
no prospect of sending them abroad. 


XXI. 


^Transformation of tbe ®lt> Ibomesteab 


“There never was a person who did an3dhing worth doing who did 
not receive more than he gave.” 


There were several tours to be conducted 
during the summer months, and Evelyn soon 
decided upon one of the most attractive 
itineraries, making the necessary arrangements 
and attending to all the minute details con- 
nected with the proposed trip. 

Robert and Phoebe were the happiest of 
simple-hearted human beings as they departed 
from the Sheridan mansion on that memorable 
morning. They never quite remembered how 
they took leave, or how long they were in 
reaching home. It seemed as if wings had 
been provided to speed the joyous tidings to 
the farm. 

The homely expression, “it never rains but 
it pours,” seemed to be continually verified in 

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Evelyn’s daily experiences. Shortly after her 
arrival home the news came of the recent death 
of old lady Farrar, who had sadly missed her 
devoted Evelyn, to whom, it was learned, she 
had bequeathed what little property she 
possessed, including valuable keepsakes; all 
of which quite astonished the Bleaker and 
Hugins nieces. They, however, under the 
present happy circumstances, being fairly 
connected with the now distinguished authoress 
thought it quite convenient and proper to 
drive in haste to Fairfield for a visit to “cousin 
Evelyn,” having recently heard of the reno- 
vated mansion. They consequently appeared 
most gushing and considerate of Evelyn’s 
welfare, expressing surprise, however, that 
Dr. Livingston should have taken it upon him- 
self to remodel the old house without having 
been requested to do so; especially as he had 
been called to a larger field, and, since his 
recent bereavement in the loss of his mother, 
he “could hardly be expected to retain the 
same interest in New England.” This speech 
of Miss Dorothea seemed quite plausible 
and somewhat diflScult for Evelyn to parry, 
as the transformation had surprised her as 
much as it had the Huginses. Dorothea being 
a newsy, talkative young woman, ventured to 
continue lightly: 


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“They do say that Dr. Livingston told some 
one that he never should touch the legacy from 
aunt Harriet. How queer if he said it! I 
suppose he means to use it for the church, or in 
some high and lofty way, instead of on him- 
self. Aunt Harriet never would have given it 
to him had she known that he would preside 
over that big church in Philadelphia. She 
thought him poor and worthy, with an invalid 
mother to support. What changes do come 
to people in a few years ! How surprised aunt 
Harriet would be if she knew that you, dear 
cousin Evelyn, had become an authoress, all 
owing to your going abroad!” 

“Yes,” Evelyn replied quietly; “I am 
sorry that she aid not think well of my pro- 
posed tour.” 

No one possessing good health and a right 
mind can breathe freely under the weight of 
a great obligation, especially if the gift is 
wholly unexpected and suddenly comes with- 
out any apparent cause. Evelyn had not yet 
received specific information from Dr. Living- 
ston in regard to the remodelling of her 
ancestral home, only having heard from her 
faithful maid that through him the transfor- 
mation had taken place. She at once felt it 
incumbent upon her to address him upon the 
subject, and yet, an inward something seemed 


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to prevent her continually from saying a word, 
until one day the maid brought her a missive 
addressed in Dr. Livingston’s unmistakeable 
handwriting. The note ran as follows: — 

“ My dear Miss Sheridan : 

“No doubt you were much surprised to find 
that your fine old home had undergone a 
transformation in your absence, and by this 
time it is quite proper that you should know 
who was empowered with authority to trespass 
upon your ground. Circumstances, however, 
over which I had no control, gave me the 
liberty to perform a duty and service which 
alone belonged to you. 

‘Tt is now my pleasure to tell you that the 
exact amount bequeathed to me by your 
relative, Mrs. Anson Farrar, has been trans- 
ferred to you in the renovating and requisite 
comforts of your beloved home. Do not 
think that I have bestowed a favor, as it has 
been a keen pleasure to relinquish that upon 
which I shall always feel you had a prior 
claim. 

Wishing you much happiness. 

Faithfully yours, 

Lindsay Livingston.” 

The letter fell from Evelyn’s hand; she 
knew not what to think, — it seemed so con- 
trary to common, everyday usages in legal 


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settlements of property. It seemed too much 
for Evelyn to accept, as the generosity of the 
magnanimous donor could be seen at every 
turn, in the renovation and transformation of 
her beloved home. The happy thought came 
to her that now she had become independent 
through her publications. The books had 
placed her on a footing where she could easily 
repay Dr. Livingston for his splendid gift. 
She immediately replied to his letter in a most 
appreciative manner, saying also that her 
recent publications had met with most unex- 
pected success in London, and adding that 
she could not accept under any circumstances 
whatever, the generous transfer of cousin 
Harriet’s legacy, which was intended for his 
special benefit. Evelyn also mentioned the 
fact of her wishing very much to see him in 
person, as the matter could then be arranged 
satisfactorily. 

An extra force of men had been employed 
to work day and night in order to complete 
‘‘The Evelyn”, and it was now in readi- 
ness to receive patients. The wards were 
rapidly taken and filled with invalids from all 
the various walks of life. The hospital much 
resembled a fine institution in London, founded 
in 1740, and which Dr. Brooke had often 
admired. His Royal Highness, the Duke of 


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Cambridge, became the President during the 
reign of Queen Victoria. The “Alexander” 
wing was built in 1866 and another had been 
added, and opened by the Queen in 1876. 
This faced on Whitechapel Road, and was 
enormous in extent. 

“The Evelyn” was started under most 
favorable auspices. A competent matron was 
secured with a dozen or more nurses. Dr. 
Brooke, the consulting physician, selected a 
few of the most skillful surgeons and physicians 
with a staff of assiduous students and dressers. 
Four separate rooms constituted a ward, and 
each ward contained fifty beds. Wesley did 
nothing by halves ; he put his heart and whole 
life into the work, at first for the sake of the one 
who had suggested it, and then, as the interest 
increased, he began to love the work for its 
own sake. He soon realized his own expan- 
sion, and the helpful influence which the work 
gave him over weak humanity. He thought 
much of the blessed words: “ Come, unto Me, 
all ye that labour and are heavy laden, and 
and I will give you rest.” 

The beautiful month of June brought sun- 
shine to the vigorous without and to the weary 
within the hospital, where there were many 
serious cases in which Dr. Brooke became 
absorbed. As the warm season often accel- 


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erates disease, it became necessary for Wesley 
to devote himself exclusively to certain critical 
patients. In the meantime, Evelyn received a 
note from Dr. Livingston in reply to a request 
that he would open the chapel with service 
the following week, saying that he would arrive 
in a few days at the Newton Inn, this being 
the only available public house. 


XXII. 


an Tllneipectct) IDisitor 


■‘God likes an earnest soul — 

Too earnest to be eager. 

Soon or late it leaves the spent horde breathless by the way, 
And stands serene, triumphant, at the goal.” 


While Evelyn was revelling in her charming 
garden of heliotrope and pansies, gathering 
these and lovely June roses for the hospital 
patients, a clatter of horses’ feet was faintly 
heard over the highway, causing her pulse to 
quicken, as it suddenly became apparent that 
at last her faithful friend, Lindsay Livingston 
had arrived to behold the result of his munifi- 
cence. Woman-like, she hastily sought shelter 
in the entrance hall and peered from the little 
side-light windows, securing a view of her 
visitor without being seen herself. Then, as 
he alighted from the carriage, forgetting her 
forced dignity, she sprang impulsively to the 
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door and greeted him, just as he had long 
anticipated ; and with maiden modesty ex- 
pressed the fulness of her grateful heart, not 
only for what he had recently bestowed upon 
her, but for himself alone — and just what he 
stood for — a noble character. 

The massive entrance remained invitingly 
open, and the midday sun, still at its height, 
streamed into the great reception hall. Here 
they stood again at the foot of the ancient 
staircase. Dr. Livingston said not a word 
but appeared serenely complacent, while 
Evelyn requested him to rest after his fatiguing 
drive ; and as a comfortable recess invited him 
to consider himself for a moment, he gladly 
rested beneath a canopy of Gobelin tapestry 
and contemplated the transformation with 
much satisfaction. The moment had arrived 
for Evelyn to express her acknowledgement 
for his generous gift, and explain that she did 
not feel justified in accepting what legally 
belonged to him. After a brief silence she 
endeavored to speak: 

“And now. Dr. Livingston, I wish to say 
that, after admiring and gratefully appreciat- 
ing everything that you have done for my dear 
home, I really cannot accept the gift that my 
cousin intended expressly for your benefit. 
During my tour abroad I have benefited by 


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many unusual advantages. My books, with 
other publications in London, have yielded 
more than I could possibly have anticipated. 
They are still in demand, strange to say. 
Another most unexpected windfall came to me 
during my visit in London.” 

Dr. Livingston gazed at her attentively 
while she continued: 

“Under the circumstances you would not 
wish me to become avaricious, and keep what 
actually belongs to another. While I am 
deeply grateful, and realize the trouble that 
you have spared me in the renovation of my 
dear home, I must still insist upon returning 
your generous gift, and wish to attend to the 
matter immediately — not without sincere ap- 
preciation, as my home is indeed complete. 
I could not wish it otherwise; it is absolutely 
perfect under your judicious arrangement.” 

Livingston was not prepared for such an 
announcement. The thought of insisting upon 
relinquishing his gift, bequeathed to him by 
her relative, made him most uncomfortable, 
to say the least; and if Evelyn had not made 
an unprecedented success in London, there 
would have been no other home open to her 
than the former dilapidated relic. 

Livingston was a man of rare character and 
magnanimous to the last degree. He never 


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regretted having followed the dictates of his 
conscience, but now he realized that Evelyn 
had become thoroughly independent, and 
could live as she pleased, possibly without a 
protector. After a brief silence he replied: 

“I am greatly pleased to have aided you in 
the renovation of your home, as there were 
many details that would have been difficult for 
you to arrange. I am also thankful to hear 
of your literary success", which will not only 
benefit you, but many in whom you are in- 
terested. Under the circumstances I suppose 
it is quite natural that you should wish to be 
independent;’’ — and then, as almost nothing 
remained to be said, he concluded : — “although 
I am not altogether pleased that you should 
desire to be so.” 

A moment later a figure appeared at the 
entrance, which proved to be their genial 
friend. Dr. Brooke. The conversation natur- 
ally reverted to the “The Evelyn.” A 
consecration service was arranged for the 
following Sunday, in the chapel of St. Luke’s, 
where Dr. Livingston was to assist in conduct- 
ing the services upon this eventful occasion, 
as well as during the summer months, until his 
return to Philadelphia in October. 

There were many critical cases at the hos- 
pital, which occupied the attention of Dr. 


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Brooke almost continuously. Not having met 
Livingston since he had resumed his profes- 
sion, they naturally had much to discuss, both 
being greatly interested in hospital work. 
Suddenly it occurred to Wesley that Dr. 
Livingston might have supposed him to be the 
instigator and founder of this splendid under- 
taking, and turning to Evelyn, who listened 
attentively to all that was said in regard to her 
pet project, he remarked that he wished it 
' ’ ■ ’ ■ ' lerstood that he did not deserve 



suggesting and founding the 


“The Evelyn.” 


“It matters not,” she replied, “who origi- 
nates a melody if another takes up the refrain 
and completes it. What should we know of 
the project if Dr. Brooke had not taken up the 
work and accomplished its purpose ‘ with 
money,’ as he said, and ‘without price 
How few there are,” she continued, “who 
would so nobly sacrifice themselves and accept 
such a life work, unless they were consecrated 
to the service of their fellow-beings.” 

At the conclusion of this remark, Livingston 
with perfect unselfishness, held out his hand 
to Wesley saying: 

“I feel that you are already consecrated to 
this great work quite as much as any of the 
clergy; for the Father of all consecrates whom 


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He pleases.” After a brief silence he con- 
tinued: “Without your special care and 
liberal munificence, the work would have 
ceased — no doubt have become null and void. 
What would have become of the helpless 
sufferers, who bless the very sound of your 
steps as you pass through the wards 

Wesley seemed much impressed by the 
evident approval of Livingston, and after a 
slight conference as to what course to adopt in 
regard to several subjects connected with the 
institution, he soon took his departure, being 
obliged to visit critical cases at the hospital by 
special appointment. 

It is seldom that one meets two such 
splendid types of manhood, who are yet in 
some respects quite different in character. 
Brooke was a man of rather more than 
ordinary height, having a strong, well-built 
physique, with frank, open countenance, in- 
dicative of genuine sincerity. Livingston was 
of medium height, with well-proportioned 
figure, and a countenance beaming with 
kindliness, which seemed to radiate from his 
expressive eyes. Both were devoted to good 
works, seeking to rescue their fellow-men from 
disease and death, both moral and physical. 


XXIII. 


2)r. Broofte contracts tbe jfevcr 
at tbe Ibospital 


“Kind hearts are more than coronets, 
And simple faith than Norman blood.” 


Toward the close of this same day, three 
youthful beings, full of simple-hearted merri- 
ment, appeared over the carriage road coming 
toward the Sheridan mansion. 

Evelyn stood on the spacious piazza with 
Livingston, waiting for the young people to 
arrive, who proved to be their happy friends, 
the young artist, Robert Slocum, and his sister 
Phoebe, with Amelia Judkins. The sudden 
elevation of Farmer Judkins, now the success- 
ful proprietor of Newton Inn, had enabled 
Amelia to cultivate her taste for portrait paint- 
ing, for which she had already shown such 
evidence of talent, that Dr. IJvingston sug- 
gested to her father the importance of sending 
Amelia abroad with the Slocums, that she 
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might study at one of the famous schools of 
art. Farmer Judkins was naturally proud of 
his daughter’s attainments, but declared most 
emphatically that “Amelia could paint well 
enough in America, without spending a for- 
tune in a foreign land.” The truth was that 
he had no money to spare from his regular 
business, which included an expensive farm 
with a still increasing posterity, none of whom 
except Amelia had yet exhibited any unusual 
proclivities. As it seemed hard that the 
youthful artist should be debarred from the 
advantages of a trip abroad. Dr. Livingston 
consulted with Evelyn as to the best course to 
take and they soon decided to send her with 
Phoebe and Robert Slocum on a conducted 
tour. Evelyn insisted upon dividing the ex- 
pense with Dr. Livingston, while the Slocums 
were her special proteges. 

What is more lovely and desirable to possess 
than the innocence and exuberance of unso- 
phisticated youth, with its vivid anticipations 
of all sorts of enchanting possibilities in the 
dim and uncertain future! The happy trio 
speedily reached the porch and were greeted 
warmly; whereupon Amelia immediately dis- 
closed to view a charming miniature of “Miss 
Evelyn” taken from a photograph during her 
absence abroad. Dr. Livingston appeared 


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completely captivated with the gem and en- 
quired if it were “for sale;” to which Amelia 
replied that it was an order from Dr. Brooke. 
With girlish simplicity the young artist returned 
the prize to its tiny case, and Dr. Livingston 
gazed at the beautiful original with evident sur- 
prise, while she sadly turned her lovely face in 
the direction of the tranquil fields. Not wish- 
ing, apparently, to discuss the subject, which 
happily changed, a lively conversation ensued, 
and numerous injunctions were given to the 
trio in regard to their proposed trip abroad. 

The steamer decided upon was to sail in a 
few days and with many good wishes for a 
“Bon voyage,” the grateful and merry ad- 
venturers took their departure. 

The following Sunday a consecration ser- 
vice was held at St. Luke’s chapel, connected 
with the Evelyn Hospital. The Bishop of 
the diocese conducted the service, assisted by 
a number of the clergy, including, of course, 
Dr. Livingston. A large bronze Revolution- 
ary tablet was placed in the nave, dedicated to 
the memory of Judge Abraham Faulkner. 
This first memorial was given by Evelyn in 
memory of her illustrious ancestor. Later, an 
additional bronze memorial was dedicated to 
others of her family, who were among the first 
settlers at Newton, and famous during the 
American Revolution. 


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A fine stained-glass window of the “Ma- 
donna and child” was much admired, being a 
copy of an extremely ancient painting ex- 
hibited only on certain occasions in an in- 
teresting chapel in Italy, and said to have been 
painted by one of the saints. This was a gift 
from Dr. Brooke, a work of art which he had 
ordered to be executed at Rome. He had 
given also a corresponding window with rich 
coloring, depicting the figure of Christ as the 
Shepherd leading His beloved sheep. This 
window was of American workmanship and 
very beautiful. 

The exterior of the edifice was of rough stone 
extremely artistic in architecture. The wood- 
work of the interior was of black walnut richly 
carved, where it became admissible. The 
walls and ceiling were of the color of bur- 
nished gold, which blended harmoniously with 
the surroundings. Many of the patients at 
“The Evelyn” had heard of the beautiful 
chapel and quite longed for a convalescent 
day so as to enjoy the privilege of a visit within 
its sacred precincts. 

It has been said that there is no better indica- 
tion of a man’s character and motives than his 
personal appearance, and yet there are times 
when the wisest criticism is baffled by adroit 
superficiality. Dr. Brooke was, without doubt. 


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a grand character, but it became evident that 
he had lost his former buoyancy, and that 
there was about him an undertone of weariness 
and constraint. He still, however, enjoyed 
his profession, and gloried in his daily routine 
of duties. 

The anxiety and care in the erection of the 
hospital, with subsequent arrangements for 
placing it in good running order for the early 
Spring, were quite enough to weaken the 
strength of a Goliath; but there is often a 
subtler power at work that acts upon the nerve 
forces, which is more detrimental and under- 
mining to a constitution than the mere con- 
tinuous routine of any arduous work. When 
this nerve force gives way the end is not 
far distant. Nerve, then, good strong nerve, 
is one of the most essential things in life in 
order to control the tide that ultimately 
leads to an ocean of resources, that enticingly 
remain to be grasped by enlightened humanity. 

A serious case of typhoid fever was reported 
at the hospital. Evelyn received a note from 
Dr. Brooke, telling her not to attempt to visit 
her convalescent patients as the danger of the 
disease was most alarming. Wesley watched 
day and night with the patient and before 
many weeks the crisis had passed and the man 
slowly recovered; but the good doctor was 


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sacrificed to his devotion and soon became 
critically ill. The best physicians from Boston 
and New York were summoned and consulted. 
Dr. Livingston called immediately at the 
Sheridan mansion and begged Evelyn not to 
think of visiting the hospital. To this advice 
she listened silently, but soon after quietly 
insisted on seeing the man who had sacrificed 
his life in a cause that she herself had suggested. 

The fever was pronounced most contagious, 
and, after Dr. Livingston had disappeared 
from sight, she provided herself with disin- 
fectants, and wended her way with a sad heart 
to the Evelyn Hospital. Dr. David Dray- 
ton met the visitor at the entrance hall and en- 
deavored to dissuade her from entering the 
ward, now given up exclusively to the one who 
had heroically carried others successfully 
through the crisis of the same disease. Evelyn 
was, however, persistent, and Dr. Drayton 
reluctantly led the way. It seemed indeed 
strange and incongruous for the first time to 
behold Wesley, the once powerful athlete, 
now helpless and prostrated with a serious ill- 
ness. On seeing Evelyn he attempted to raise 
his weary head, only proving that the spirit 
was willing but the flesh weak. With calm, 
longing eyes, he silently waited for her to 
approach. How cautiously she entered the 


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sick-room, remaining for a moment irresolute, 
fearing that her coming might unnerve him 
and heighten the fever. Wesley knew her 
thoughts and held up his limp hand saying: 

“Do not come, dearest, I would die rather 
than have you take the fever.’’ 

To which she replied: 

“I am not susceptible to disease, and have 
disinfectants about me; — and what if I should 
take the fever ? Think of what you have done 
for me and for others!” 

Wesley did not appear to hear this last 
remark, but requested her most emphatically 
not to approach nearer, to which request she 
silently acceded. Then, seeming more at ease, 
he said faintly: 

“One never can be perfectly sure of one’s 
self where there is contagion, especially if one 
is over-fatigued, being then more susceptible, 
and not in a perfectly normal condition. You 
see,” he continued, “I was a little too am- 
bitious to start things generally, and all at 
once, in so doing ’ id in the lion’s 



mouth. It was 


dearest.” 


Having exhausted his strength he breathed 
rapidly and closed his eyes. His visitor did 
not dare to disobey orders, and remained 
where he had requested, but she knew that he 
listened for her to speak. 


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“Well, then,’’ she replied, “do not think of 
me for a moment, as I am not really fatigued, 
and am strong and well, with no fear whatever 
of contracting the fever. I cannot leave you to 
the care of indifferent strangers ; of course I do 
not include Dr. Drayton, who is one of your 
oldest friends and will devote himself ex- 
clusively to your interest.” 

At that moment Dr. Drayton opened the 
door and motioned to Evelyn, indicating that 
her stipulated time had more than expired. 
Wesley, having seen the Doctor, gasped some- 
thing inaudible and gazed in the direction of 
Evelyn, but found himself obliged to make an 
effort to articulate distinctly, and with re- 
newed exertion appealingly enquired when he 
might see her again ; to which she replied : 

“To-morrow, if Dr. Drayton is willing.” 

The visitors went out with heavy hearts, 
and then Evelyn learned the sad truth from 
the doctor, that he considered Wesley a critical 
patient. 


XXIV. 


Hn Illnusual lEvent at tbe 'Request 
of tbe patient 


“Deep, unspeakable suffering may well be called a baptism, a 
regeneration, an initiation into a new birth.” 


The following day a note was quickly 
dispatched to the Sheridan mansion. It came 
from Dr. Drayton in order to prevent Evelyn 
from repeating her visits until duly advised, 
as Dr. Brooke could bear no excitement w^hat- 
ever, the fever being heightened by the weary 
vigils of a restless night. Consulting physi- 
cians were summoned from other cities, and 
grave opinions were submitted, as each made a 
diagnosis of the severe phases of the disease. 
With assiduous care and skill on the part of 
the hospital nurses, the fever apparently 
abated, and the general symptoms seemea 
much more encouraging. 

Wesley, realizing his condition, took advan- 
tage of this opportunity to signal to Dr. Dray- 
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225 


ton, who enquired if he could be of any service; 
to which Wesley faintly replied in the affirma- 
tive, and then continued: “Would it be 
right to send for Evelyn?” Dr. Drayton 
considered for a moment, and with knit brows 
said rather constrainedly: 

“There is always danger, you know; yet, if 
she would prefer to come rather than not, we 
will give her the opportunity. She is very 
brave, and will, of course, carry disinfectants.” 

“Then,” said Wesley, “send for her 
directly.” 

The day was indeed fair; too beautiful to 
be appreciated by an ill-fated patient, appar- 
ently doomed to leave all that he held most 
dear on this side of the great sea of Eternity. 
A message sent to the Sheridan mansion 
announced that Miss Sheridan’s presence was 
requested at the hospital. She lost no time 
in ordering the carriage and was soon ushered 
into the presence of the patient. Wesley 
rallied wonderfully on seeing her, and held out 
his emaciated limp hand, which suddenly fell 
like a useless block. Seeing his look of dis- 
tress Evelyn came nearer and said soothingly: 

“I fear that my last visit was altogether too 
fatiguing for you. If I can be of assistance to 
the nurse let me remain. I need not speak.” 
Then, after a brief silence she continued: 
“You must gain strength.” 


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Whereupon Wesley vainly endeavored to 
smile like his former self, and to her surprise 
faintly replied: 

“FiVelyn dear, I may not live, but — living 
or dying, — will you become my — precious — 
wife ?” 

She was totally unprepared for this and for 
an instant remained silent with downcast eyes ; 
and then she solemnly replied : 

“Yes, Dr. Brooke.” A moment of pro- 
found silence ensued, after which Wesley 
feebly continued: 

“Whom do you prefer to perform the 
ceremony Shall it be Dr. Livingston 

This became a crucial moment for Evelyn, 
who faintly murmured something almost in- 
audible in regard to the Bishop, which caught 
the ear of Wesley. 

“O yes,” he continued; “the grand old 
Bishop who consecrated our dear chapel. 
We will of course send for him.” He closed 
his eyes for an instant, but quickly opened 
them, saying: 

“Now I know, dearest, what you meant by 
‘Inherited Freedom.’ It* belongs to me, all — 
every one on earth, through the redemption of 
Christ. If I could live, my Evelyn, we would 
work together in His Name, and be the means 
of inducing others to live the happiest of lives.” 


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Being soon overcome by excessive weakness, 
Wesley sank again into the high pillowed 
cushions, while Evelyn knelt by his side, 
soothing his feverish brow with her gentle 
touch. Soon, however, he murmured: 
“There is much that I would like to say. I 
do not wonder, dearest, that you baffled me 
so often when 1 spoke of my great love — for 
I well know that I am utterly unworthy of you, 
but now, living or dying, I shall become 
doubly blessed in having such a wife — even if 
only in name — for ever so brief a time.” 
Then, being again exhausted, he waited for 
reviving breath, and concluded: “Would — 
would it be possible for you dearest, — really to 
— love me.^” 

‘‘It is more than possible — I do love vou, 
Wesley.” 

A sacred stillness pervaded the atmosphere 
of the room as Evelyn knelt by the side of the 
sick man, while he placed his feeble hand upon 
her lovely head, as if blessing her for acceding 
to the dearest wish of his longing heart. 
While Evelyn remained kneeling, the shadows 
had lengthened, and the “western waves of 
ebbing day” were already reflecting and flood- 
ing every crevice, until a radiant beam of 
li^t found its way through the lattice of the 
patient’s room and gradually settled like a halo 


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over her lovely head. It seemed a veritable 
vision of spiritual consecration. 

Wesley appeared strangely exhilarated in 
glad anticipation of the eventful morrow. 
Dr. Drayton was at once summoned, and the 
nurses were given directions for absolute quiet 
in the patient’s room. The following day it 
was not considered expedient to carry out the 
proposed ceremony, but as Wesley appeared 
greatly disappointed, not being quite as well by 
reason of the deferment — Dr. Drayton ar- 
ranged immediately to receive the Bishop as 
soon as he could make it convenient to visit the 
patient. 

At first there was a doubt as to the willing- 
ness of the Bishop to perform the ceremony, 
the disease being infectious. The good Bishop 
waived all thought of himself, however, and 
willingly came, bringing with him a profound 
love and admiration for the man who had thus 
sacrificed his life for the sake of helpless 
humanity. 

The solemn marriage ceremony was per- 
formed in the presence only of Dr. Drayton 
and Evelyn’s faithful Ruble, Dr. Livingston 
having been previously summoned on an 
errand of mercy which he considered an 
imperative duty, to one of his parishioners at 
Philadelphia. 


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The severe strain was considered a serious 
risk for the patient. Meantime Evelyn never 
swerved from her daily routine of duties, 
attending to many details herself in following 
directions from the day nurses and physicians. 
At night-fall, however. Dr. Drayton insisted 
upon her being driven to Fairfield, as he 
realized that she required absolute change 
and the careful attention of the faithful maid, 
quite as much as if she were a patient at the 
hospital. Meantime Wesley became desirous 
that Evelyn should not miss the comforts of 
her home; thus it was decided that she should 
visit Wesley when the doctor thought it 
advisable, and then only for a few moments. 

As the days sped on the patient did not seem 
to progress as rapidly as had been anticipated. 
Dr. Drayton expressed grave fears for his 
recovery, and one day, being alone with 
Wesley, he ventured to allude to the subject of 
“trusteeship,” in order that the noble work 
might be carried on successfully at the Evelyn 
Hospital; finally suggesting that, as Dr. Brooke 
had recently married, measures should be 
adopted to prevent difficulties arising in case 
his wife should outlive him; this, at the present 
stage of the disease being indeed almost a 
certainty. Wesley knew his own condition 
better than anyone, and replied that, as Evelyn 


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was now his wife by law, in the event of his 
death almost everything that he possessed 
would naturally revert to her. “Still,” he 
continued, “I should like very much. Dr. 
Drayton, to see my attorney, and will give you 
his address.” 

In a few days all necessary business ar- 
rangements in regard to his estate were com- 
pleted, and Wesley, being greatly relieved in 
mind, solemnly declared that nothing remained 
for him but to await his Master’s will. 

Evelyn glided in and out of the sick-room 
like an angel of mercy, while Wesley con- 
tinually followed her with his loving eyes, until 
overcome with extreme exhaustion. Soon a 
languor seemed to take sudden possession of 
his senses, a state of coma or semi-conscious- 
ness. Dr. Drayton considered this a most 
alarming phase, as gradually he could scarcely 
be aroused long enough to receive the pre- 
scribed remedies. 


XXV. 


Cvel^n’9 Subsequent Ullness at tbe 
Sberiban fiDansion 


“Take up. thy cross of living with a zest. Help others in their woe. 
Make right of wrong. So shalt thou, glad at last, lie down to rest and 
thy free soul soar upward like a song.” 


Quite early one morning a few days later, 
just as Evelyn had alighted from her carriage 
at the hospital, Dr. Livingston also drove 
under the porte-cochere and enquired if he 
could see the patient. 

Evelyn, thinking that he had not heard of 
her marriage to Dr. Brooke, at first became a 
little embarrassed but, soon recovering herself, 
with perfect frankness replied: 

“I am sure that Wesley will be grateful that 
you have returned, and will wish to see his old 
friend;” then hesitating slightly, she con- 
tinued: “He is still critically ill — you may 
not have heard — that we — were married — 


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at his request — he being so very ill — that it 
was thought he could not live through the 
night.” 

Dr. Livingston did not look at her while 
she spoke but riveted his eyes on some irresist- 
ible pebble on the gravel walk beneath his feet. 
There was a long silence, then he extended his 
hand to the only one whom he had ever 
adored beyond words to express; and simply 
congratulated her for a noble unselfishness 
which might cause the patient to recuperate, 
buoyed by the thought that his wife prayed 
for his recovery. 

Evelyn did not raise her lovely head, but 
sadly replied that Wesley had become resigned 
to the will of God; also saying that Dr. Dray- 
ton had expressed grave fears as to his re- 
covery. They silently passed in through the 
long corridors until met by Dr. Drayton, who 
wore a troubled expression, most discouraging 
to a faint heart. In a moment, however, he 
thought it wise to prepare Evelyn for the w^orst, 
and gently placing his kind hand upon her 
shoulder, advised her that the end was not far 
distant. Continuing, he said that Dr. Brooke 
occasionally had conscious moments, but slept 
most of the time, having very little vitality, 
and would not suffer at the last, but pass 
peacefully into the life beyond. Evelyn and 


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Dr. Livingston heard this final statement with 
bowed heads, whereupon Dr. Drayton led the 
way to the patient’s room. 

On entering, it became apparent to Evelyn 
that a serious change had taken place since the 
previous day. Wesley did not appear at all 
conscious of their presence. Indeed he seemed 
utterly oblivious of his surroundings. Evelyn 
seemed much affected by Wesley’s pallor, and 
knelt near enough to touch his hand, when he 
gradually became aware of her presence. 
Dr. Drayton at once motioned to the nurse 
who had been waiting for an opportunity to 
administer a stimulant. It being given, the 
result was successful, and Wesley became 
conscious of Dr. Livingston’s presence. 
Evelyn still knelt by Wesley’s bedside holding 
his poor limp hand in hers. Livingston 
immediately waived all thought of himself, 
realizing only that Evelyn stood in great 
jeopardy. It seemed to him like inviting 
disease, the fever being now, without doubt, 
fatal to Dr. Brooke. Dr. Drayton at once 
stated that he considered the danger to Evelyn 
most serious, agreeing at once with Dr. 
Livingston, who exclaimed emphatically: 

“This must not be allowed; can you not 
prevent her giving up her precious life so 
daringly r' 


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The doctor shook his head and replied that 
Mrs. Brooke insisted upon her present line of 
action, although Wesley at first advised her 
not to approach nearer than the entrance to his 
room. “She is very fearless,” he continued; 
“but she has already doubtless contracted the 
fever. There is no help for it. Such devotion 
every day in coming and going, must necessarily 
use her up. Last night I thought he would 
not live till morning; his heart was very weak. 
Still, he longs to see her during the day, and 
his will power has sustained him wonderfully.” 

At that moment Evelyn signalled to Dr. 
Drayton to move nearer to the patient, who at 
first found it impossible to speak, but soon 
recovered himself, and enquired of the doctor 
if he would state truthfully if there was 
absolutely no hope of his recovery. Dr. 
Drayton found it difficult to admit the sad 
truth in the presence of the lovely young wife, 
and he determined not to sound his death- 
knell just then and there, but replied that 
“while there was life there was hope.” 

Wesley realized that his heart was very weak 
and, failing to raise himself, he feebly said : 
“ I fear that my unselfish wife will soon become 
ill;” then in a stronger voice he continued: 
“Dr. Livingston, I leave her in your care. 
There never has been, and there never will be 


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235 


such an angel.” Being exhausted, he closed 
his eyes, and Dr. Drayton felt his pulse, 
fearing that the action of the heart had ceased ; 
but to their surprise Wesley’s eyes opened once 
more, and for the last time being illumined 
with a Divine light, he gazed long and steadily 
at Evelyn, with intense love, murmuring 
finally: 

“ ‘ Inherited Freedom’— -it is mine, and thine, 
dearest.” Then his loving eyes closed in their 
final sleep, and the great soul was translated. 

After a prolonged and agonized silence, 
Evelyn became suddenly faint from exhaustion, 
owing to the severe strain upon her nervous 
system. She was immediately led away by 
Dr. Livingston, who considered it imperative 
that she should be taken from the sad atmos- 
phere of contagion, and transferred to the 
Sheridan Mansion. 


XXVI. 


H (5reat Cbange 1bat» ZTaben place 
In tbe life of jevcl^jn 


“It is what we are, not what we have, that makes one human being 
superior to another.” 


For many weeks Evelyn Brooke lay at the 
point of death. The fever assuming a serious 
phase, it finally reached a critical stage, when 
grave fears were entertained by the consulting 
physicians. The hospital nurses were im- 
mediately summoned to her home, as it became 
expedient to transform the old mansion into 
an improvised hospital. 

There were many days when Evelyn became 
oblivious of everything about her. She did not 
seem conscious of the presence of any one. 
Rubie, the faithful maid, insisted upon taking 
her turn in watching and waiting upon her 
dear young mistress. A host of visitors from 
Boston and the neighboring towns were con- 
stantly driven to the house to enquire for the 
bereaved widow. 


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237 


It has been conceded by the best authorities 
that a critical case is better managed in a well 
equipped hospital, and the chances of recovery 
are generally in its favor; but in Evelyn’s case 
her own familiar home was the best hospital, 
and all that could be desired. The thought 
of being out of one’s element among entire 
strangers, is often detrimental to a nervous 
person, and is suggestive to many of the de- 
parture from home and friends for a final 
resting place. 

Livingston called daily at the Sheridan 
mansion to enquire for the patient, and lingered 
about the grounds, waiting to learn if any 
change had taken place. Only those who have 
experienced the suspense contingent on a 
critical fever can easily realize the uncertainty 
and momentary anxiety until the crisis has 
been reached and passed in safety. 

The assiduous attention and devotion of 
nurses and physicians were finally crowned 
with success, ihe patient became gradually 
conscious of her condition, and daily increased 
in strength. Her recovery was hastened by a 
strong desire to recuperate, in order that she 
might carry on the work so recently relin- 
quished by the founder of “The Evelyn” 
hospital. 

In due course of time a document with legal 
notification was received at the Sheridan 


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mansion. It came from the executors of 
Wesley’s estate, and announced that the 
deceased, Dr. Wesley Brooke, had bequeathed 
his entire estate to his beloved wife, Evelyn 
Sheridan Brooke; also including the direction 
and management of “The Evelyn” hospital. 

This bequest, together with the Von Steinitz 
property, and the income from the London 
publications, had suddenly converted Evelyn 
into a woman of great wealth, empowered wdth 
freedom to work as she pleased. 

Any glad tidings conveyed to a convalescent, 
at once becomes an impetus to strength and 
well-being; but still the lonely days dragged 
with the ever sad memories so recently 
endured. 

The house was fairly embowered with 
exquisite flowers sent by a host of loving 
friends. Even the good townspeople con- 
tributed their simple wild flower nosegays, 
accompanied by tender messages to the be- 
reaved lady, who had never once forgotten 
them in distress. 

The Misses Bleaker and their cousins, the 
Misses Hugins, were positively irrepressible, 
not wishing to be eclipsed by the elite from the 
city, nor by the D. R. Chapter, who were most 
devoted in their attentions to the only sur- 
viving descendant of General and Madam 
Leffertson, of Revolutionary fame. 


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The old saying, “To him that hath shall be 
given,” seemed to be verified in Evelyn’s 
experience. The Huginses and B leakers called 
it “Evelyn’s luck,” but this “luck” had been 
brought about by her persevering cultivation 
of the gifts that were hers by “free inherit- 
ance,” and which still continued to expand 
and progress, leading on to endless resources. 

It may readily be imagined that, under the 
circumstances of the accumulated good fortune 
that had so recently fallen to Evelyn’s lot, the 
situation and conditions of life had changed 
most agreeably and happily in her favor. 
Not so, however, with Livingston. While he 
craved nothing more in a pecuniary point of 
view, for himself, being well up on the ladder 
of success as an earnest worker in the highest 
sense, he realized now that Evelyn, an heiress, 
no longer required his protection, although 
placed under his special guidance, and almost 
bequeathed to him by her dying husband. If 
Livingston had not experienced a still deeper 
and increasing interest in Evelyn since the day 
of her bereavement, the situation might not 
have become so diflScult for him as her 
guardian, but the sudden turn of affairs 
seemed to have thwarted his noble purposes 
even from the very moment that he had felt 
impelled to renovate her beloved home, and 


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transfer wbat appeared to his conscientious 
mind to belong to another. In consideration 
of the many altered conditions, the bereave- 
ment first to be considered, and her accumu- 
lated wealth, what a gulf seemed to have 
opened between them; for how long would it 
exist perhaps forever. Could it be possible 
that the living, waking dream of only a few 
recent years had been so ruthlessly dispelled? 
In reality, however, the wheel of fortune had 
dealt kindly and benignly. 

The order of the universe cannot be re- 
versed for the sake of a few human beings. 
“All souls are mine, saith the Lord,” and 
while many often apparently suffer, or appear 
to “flourish like a green bay-tree,” as the case 
may be, others are in the meantime, through 
these divine agencies, being disciplined. The 
knowledge of these simple truths was a con- 
soling factor in the generous heart and mind 
of Livingston. Still it was hard for him — a 
most rigid discipline — which, to all intents 
and purposes, he did not seem to require. 


XXVII. 


ITbe UClon&erful Success of tbc 
Suventles Hbroab 


“It seems impossible to understand, 

How joy and sorrow may be hand in hand; 
Yet God created when the world was born 
The changeless paradox of night and morn.” 


The drowsy lazy days of Summer had 
passed. The energetic tourists were once more 
flocking into the cities to resume their Winter 
occupations. The holiday term was at an 
end, and general activity in all lines of work 
had become the order of the day. All the 
houses of worship were again opened, as 
indeed the majority should be during the 
heated term. 

Shortly before Evelyn’s return from abroad 
Lindsay Livingston had received the degree 
of D.D. from the college at which he had 
graduated with highest honors. Of this the 
simple-hearted townspeople were exceedingly 
proud, and took every opportunity of address- 
ing him by his title. 


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Evelyn being now considered even more 
than convalescent, every pleasant day she 
might have been seen sauntering under the 
brilliant maples that adorned the grounds of 
Fairfield. Her black drapery enhanced the 
natural grace of her lovely figure, and while 
her unusual complexion had lost much of its 
brilliant coloring, it still retained the same 
exquisite texture of refinement which had 
been so noticeable before her illness. 

These dreary days of loneliness would have 
seemed dull indeed, had it not been for the 
daily tidings of progressive work at “The 
Evelyn” Hospital; as well as from the juvenile 
tourists who had already accomplished much 
in their various lines of art. Robert Slocum 
had written of his wonderful streak of luck in 
having painted a portrait of the celebrated 
Marchioness of Deansbury, and of several 
members of other noble families, and his work 
had met with favorable encomiums while on 
exhibition in London. 

The young Americans had, in consequence, 
received other orders for portraits of dis- 
tinguished personages. Amelia Judkins had 
also exhibited in London a miniature of the 
beautiful American authoress whose recent 
writings were in high repute. This exquisite 
miniature proved a suflScient card for many 


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243 


orders to follow, and thus it appeared that the 
young artists were on the fair road to fortune. 
Evelyn was greatly overjoyed at hearing the 
news of the success of her proteges, and thank- 
ful that she had been instrumental in promot- 
ing their good fortune. 

Fhoebe Slocum also had written, expressing 
the deepest gratitude to Dr. Livingston and to 
kind Mrs. Brooke, for their united generosity; 
also wishing them to know of her success as an 
American newspaper correspondent, giving 
her “ nom de p/m?i^”with a childlike satisfac- 
tion. The whole party were exultant, and 
with high hopes anticipated great things to 
come. What unspeakable joy to have been 
the means of enriching and developing talents 
which would otherwise have been stunted or 
neglected, and finally buried in a dull New 
England town. 

On one of the fresh, glowing September 
mornings, Evelyn strolled in an abstracted 
mood some distance behind her garden wall, 
when suddenly she became conscious of the 
sound of a rattling cart, gradually approaching 
nearer until it jogged along, quite uncere- 
moniously into her path, unpleasantly ap- 
proximating her very heels. The driver of the 
cart proved to be Tom Slocum, one of the 
enterprising “Express Company” brothers. 


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He drove a load of luscious fruit from his 
self-made farm, being bound toward the 
famous Market Square. On seeing Evelyn 
he respectfully raised his flimsy hat, saying, 
as he reined up his old white Dobbin : 

“Well now, I do want to speak to ye, my 
dear, good young lady! Far be it from me to 
forgit yer many goodnesses to me an’ mine. 
All I kin say is,” here he wiped his eyes — 
“that Phoebe and Rob will, according to late 
accounts, do ye proud, if that be any consola- 
tion, after spending on the likes of them a 
goodly sum indeed.” 

This amusing encounter proved a most 
excellent reaction for Evelyn’s depressed 
spirits. She faintly smiled in acknowledge- 
ment of his honest gratitude, and quickly 
smothered a feeling of merriment at the 
ludicrous picture of a very uncertain one- 
sided cart, with Tom perched on the off-side, 
as balance to prevent an upset. 

After assuring Tom that he was most fortu- 
nate in possessing such a promising family, 
and wishing him success with his farm and 
enterprising “Express Company,” he once 
more whipped up the old white Dobbin and 
whirled out of sight. 


XXVIII. 


Ht Ibome with Its Sacre& fIDemortes 


“Men of character are the conscience of the society to which they 
belong.” 


Meantime Livingston had called at the 
Sheridan Mansion to make a brief farewell 
visit, previous to his departure for Philadel- 
phia. Finding that Evelyn had gone for a 
walk, he knew that she could not be far away — 
and yet — would it be well to wait for her 
return ? What would it avail ? Still he was 
now, in a sense, her guardian. Would she be 
offended if he did not wait for her return ? 
All these questions he asked himself as he 
stood with uncertain step at her very threshold. 
Delays are often dangerous, and just then, 
from behind a thick evergreen hedge, came the 
dainty lady herself, gowned in simple widow’s 
mourning. So very young and delicate did 
she seem, that one might have taken her for a 
beautiful young girl not yet “out” in the social 

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world. But, although young in appearance, 
Evelyn had always been matured beyond her 
years. At this sudden meeting she at once 
grasped the situation, realizing that he was 
deliberating as to the propriety of remaining, 
and, like her old self, she impulsively sprang 
forward, while he met her more than half way. 
Thus it appeared that the spell was broken, 
preparing them later for an inevitable, trying 
parting. 

Evelyn had passed many weeks of lingering 
unconscious illness, and still later of conscious 
suffering. It all seemed to her now like 
another new life, that had been suddenly 
severed from her girlhood, closing the first 
volume of her history. She fully realized the 
transformation in her present condition, 
wrought through unexpected events. After a 
prolonged silence, as one waited for the other 
to speak, Evelyn raised her eyes and enquired: 

“Do you go away soon To which Lind- 
say replied with evident reluctance : 

“Yes: I should have gone yesterday, but 
deferred leaving until to-morrow, that I might 
see you to-day.” 

For a moment she was silent, then replied: 

“I have expected you for ’ '^our kind 


notes have been received 
but you — did not come.” 



flowers, 


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Lindsay’s fine face fairly glowed but he 
curbed his instinctive appreciation, appearing 
only the ever courteous friend and visitor. 

“It was not that I did not wish to come,” 
he retorted, “but it seemed so soon — ^you 
understand — ” then, he continued, “you 
really had not sent for me.” 

Although Evelyn fully recognized the pro- 
priety of his discretion, which was mingled 
with profound admiration for her deceased 
husband, she had secretly wished that he would 
come, like any other friend, without being sent 
for. Soon, however, she recovered her self- 
poise, and ventured to say: 

“Why should I have sent for my guardian 
when he did not come without being sum- 
moned 

This remark was almost a stab to Lindsay, 
as she evidently did not know how he lingered 
about the place for days while her life hung by 
a thread; and, not until the crisis had passed 
and she was out of danger, had he felt justified 
in leaving Fairfield. 

Dr. Livingston had returned recently from 
Philadelphia to conduct a Brooke Memorial 
service at the beautiful St. Luke’s chapel, and 
to perform his duty as guardian to the bereaved 
wife of his friend. It would have been vain for 
him to close his eyes to the intuitive feeling 


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that Evelyn Brooke reserved for him a secret 
place in her generous heart; but since her 
return from abroad, the strangest events, 
over which she had no control, seemed to have 
held full sway, with absolute power to decide 
her destiny. Meantime she was still, as 
always, governed by principle and duty, never 
thinking of herself. Thus it would appear 
that now she had been placed more than ever 
on a plane of perfect freedom to continue her 
life work on a freer and still grander scale. A 
profound silence ensued, and Dr. Livingston 
gazed at her with apparent equanimity. Little 
time remained for vague and explanatory 

f )arlance, which would, without doubt, have 
ed into deep water. A solemn hush had fallen 
upon them, and no reply had been given to 
Evelyn’s last remark. She still, however, 
waited, evidently anticipating a response, 
when Lindsay forced himself to say: 

“My dear Mrs. Brooke, do not think that 
I am not overjoyed in becoming your guardian, 
made doubly so by the sacred wish of your 
good and wise husband ; but as you are abun- 
dantly able to live as you please, at least without 
my immediate protection, I am thankful that 
serious duties will claim my attention far from 
an atmosphere which it seems to me wise to 
leave for an indefinite period.” 


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As if a film had been taken from her vision, 
Evelyn at once appreciated the situation, and 
knew instinctively that for them the inexorable 
Father Time had wisely held his finger of 
admonition, and that days — months — possibly 
years, might pass, or sadder still, there might 
never be another dawn for them in this world ; 
and yet, how noble, how unselfish, thought 
Evelyn — how wise and just to the memory of 
the founder of “The Evelyn” Hospital! 

As Dr. Livingston furtively looked at his 
watch, an ancient hall clock that instant 
struck the hour of five, which indicated the 
time of departure, and without further cere- 
mony he almost abruptly advanced toward 
Evelyn for the last farewell. He found it 
diflficult to look into her lovely eyes, realizing 
that there must be a void — a gulf, between 
them, for how long he knew not. 

Evelyn would gladly have spoken, but she 
stood silent just there — where he had left her — 
but in her eyes there still remained an appeal- 
ing look which he could not forget, as he walked 
rapidly down the carriage drive to the high 
road that led to the Newton station. 


XXIX. 


H iPerceptiblc HPvancement in tbc 
{Town of IRewton 


“The worth of the State in the long run, is the worth of the in- 
dividuals composing it.” 


The wedding of Governor Bernard’s daugh- 
ter, the lovely Beatrice, and Prince Giovanni 
Pico, had already taken place at their mag- 
nificent country seat in the State of New York. 
Beatrice deferred the marriage for weeks, 
hoping that Evelyn might be present upon the 
eventful occasion, but the death of Dr. Brooke 
decided the matter. Then came Evelyn’s 
serious illness, and the prince’s visit being 
limited, the marriage could not longer be 
delayed. The gifts were, of course, regal, but 
none were more appreciated than the one 
received from her devoted friends. Dr. and 
Mrs. Wesley Brooke; it being exceptionally 
precious as the Doctor had selected the superb 
gift himself, previous to his fatal illness. 


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251 


Sir Edwin Percival arrived from London 
at the Bernard mansion a few days before the 
ceremony, accompanied by a huge box con- 
taining Lady Percival’s wedding gift, consisting 
of a royal service of silver and gold, an exact 
facsimile of a Percival heirloom which had 
been in use for several generations. 

Little more than a year had passed when 
tidings were received from London that the 
Blakeleys had enjoyed their full swing among 
the elite, who at first quite willingly accepted 
their hospitalities, partaking of the most lavish 
entertainments; these suddenly became ex- 
hausted, and, the novelty having subsided, 
the host and hostess soon vanished from 
sight, and sank into insignificance, especially 
as it soon became apparent that good fortune 
did not sit well on the shoulders of the super- 
cilious “Sir Percy,” who, being constantly 
idle, endeavored in a short time to make way 
with a goodly part of the Swift fortune. This 
so incensed the covetous and mercenary Vir- 
ginia that a separation soon followed, obliging 
the crestfallen Percy to return to the “Land 
of the Free” to endeavor if possible there to 
hide his diminished head. 

Newton had now begun to assert itself as 
one of the leading towns in the suburbs of 
Boston. The fine hospital and beautiful 


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grounds, “St. Luke’s” chapel, with its artistic 
memorials, and an extensive playground and 
park on the outskirts of the town, had drawm 
wide attention to lovely Fairfield. Upon these 
grounds had been erected the new Public 
Library, a “Wesley Memorial,” both recent 
gifts from the generous owner of the Sheridan 
estate. All of these beneficent acquisitions 
did much to uplift a quiet Revolutionary town, 
which might have slept for years, for want of 
an impetus to life and activity. Even the 
simple-hearted country people now became 
filled with a desire in common to advance the 
interests of the beloved town. “The Slocum 
Brothers’ Express Company” were doing a 
flourishing business, having generously re- 
signed the farm to the young sons, while 
farmer Judkins, the proud proprietor of 
Newton Inn, still managed to cling to his 
prolific harvests. The sons and daughters of 
these notable folks had finally returned from 
their extensive tour abroad, proving indeed 
worthy of the advantages which had been 
accorded them. There never were more ap- 
preciative students, returning with their own 
special works of art, having received numerous 
orders for miniatures from distinguished 
foreign personages. The young Americans 
were in high favor, and appeared much im- 


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253 


proved and benefited by the advantages of 
foreign travel. 

Those who have had the experience are 
fully aware that there remains scarcely breath- 
ing space, and no sort of danger of ennui for a 
woman of abundant means, that is, if she 
possesses a truly generous heart and hospitable 
nature. Commodious luxury is not apt to be 
“wasted on the desert air,” but invitingly 
suggests hospitality, and consequently attracts 
appreciative and admiring friends. 

After the remodelling of the Sheridan man- 
sion it at once became rejuvenated, — a thing 
of beauty to behold! It appeared no longer 
dull and gray as a winter’s dawn, but a radiant 
glow seemed to spread itself over the entire 
mansion, as if it were metamorphosed and 
transformed into a gem of luminous loveliness ! 
A contrast indeed to its former gloom. 

Meanwhile, Miss Dorothea Hugins and her 
cousins the Bleakers, were assiduous in their 
devotion to cousin Evelyn Brooke, fearing that 
they might merely be considered in the light of 
“slight acquaintances!” During this time the 
beautiful St. Luke’s chapel was daily resorted 
to and much admired, attracting many people 
to the town of Newton, as well as to the enjoy- 
able and charming drives through the pictur- 
esque and glorious country of Fairfield. 


XXX. 


Zbc Unevitable lllltimatum 


“Roll round, strange years; 

Swift seasons, come and go; 

Ye leave upon us but an outward sign; 
Ye cannot touch the inward and divine 
While God alone does know.” 


Three long, dreary years since the founder 
of “The Evelyn’' Hospital had been peacefully 
laid away. How true it is that a few weary 

! rears of affliction seem intensified and pro- 
onged in comparison with the same length of 
time passed in tranquillity. Thus it appeared 
that Evelyn had endured her share of solitude. 
She gradually became like her former self, 
while the new housemaids, flitting in and out 
of the great mansion, occupied themselves with 
the adjustment of cushions, and the care of 
foreign antiques that had been ruthlessly dis- 
arranged by a party of merry friends from the 
city, and who had only recently taken their 
departure. The setting sun assumed the 

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255 


appearance of a globe of fire, indicating the 
continuance of the lovely June weather. The 
hush from activity in the neighboring town 
became lulling in the extreme to tired nerves, 
while the inspiring, wondrous glow in the 
Western sky lent a solemn awe to the pic- 
tui ' ’ ape. 



sound of wheels was heard 


approaching over the high road, and soon the 
prancing horses appeared careering up the 
carriage drive. Evelyn’s heart thrilled with 
sudden expectancy, as she instinctively knew 
that it could be none other than Dr. Livingston, 
and it proved that he had actually arrived 
after many days — even years — her guardian. 
How often she had recently dwelt upon the 
happy thought that she had a claim upon him 
as her “guardian,” even if he could never be 
anything nearer. 

Lindsay had written often, the kindest of 
letters, but his large parish undoubtedly 
required his untiring devotion, and although 
he had arranged to visit Fairfield on several 
occasions, he had failed to come. Three long 
years had passed before he dared to trust him- 
self to visit his ward. 

The glorious June roses were ravishing to 
behold, and the luxuriant verdure seemed per- 
meated with the sweetness of syringa and 


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heliotrope. The spacious doors and lattices 
were thrown hospitably open to invite the 
fragrance of the summer breeze. Evelyn at 
once glided to the entrance and stood there 
under a fascinating trellis frame of honey- 
suckle. The longed for moment, so wisely 
deferred on manifold occasions, at last be- 
longed to them wholly. Time and space had 
given them the right to call it irrevocably and 
’ " ■ ' ’ ‘he mutual knowledge 



mean for them an 


ecstasy inadequate for words to express. 

Evelyn never quite remembered how Lind- 
say reached the entrance, but there he stood, 
actually holding her hands — yes, both, — with 
no word of his or hers. There was simply 
nothing to be said just then and there. A 
charm had fallen upon them too exquisite 
to describe, which was only broken by a 
curious bird which suddenly perched himself 
inquisitively upon the trellis arch over their 
heads, and then darted as swiftly away, all 
the while chirping to his lively companions, 
who took up the refrain. The flurry and 
consternation of these happy warblers seemed 
like a harbinger of good fortune to the two 
silent beings who still lingered spellbound 
under the ancestral bower. Here no decisive 
word seemed required as a pledge of eternal 
loyalty. 


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257 


After a genuine English tea had been served 
in the spacious dining hall, where hung the 
famous English game pieces that had been 
executed by the Old Masters before the Revohi- 
lution, and still retained a marvelous brilliancy 
of color, Evelyn and Lindsay at once took 
advantage of the lingering twilight, wending 
their way to the romantic old garden, and 
wandering into the renovated arbor or pavilion 
of her forefathers, where many a secret con- 
clave had taken place on vital subjects con- 
nected with the Revolution in America. 

The ancient arbor had been reconstructed 
much like an open air pagoda, partially 
covered with vines which enabled the guests to 
enjoy snatches of the picturesque landscape 
through a lattice of trailing ivy — all casting 
its shadow over a fascinating trysting path 
under the glow of a rising silver moon. 
Their love was like the charity that “suffereth 
long and is kind,” that “envieth not, seeketh 
not her own, is not easily provoked, thinketh 
no evil.” 

How often it has been said that “some mar- 
riages are made in heaven.” This is literally 
true, inasmuch as heaven is most assuredly 
here, though unfortunately recognized only 
by the Christian optimist who remembers the 
blessed injunction “Seek, and ye shall find.” 


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Thus it is, when two congenial souls possessing 
the requisite resources for the advancement of 
the world are united in matrimony, that the 
benefits of such a union become inestimable. 

Evelyn and Lindsay had arrived at their 
final trysting-place, surrounded by the pavilion 
of her ancestors, and after many varied experi- 
ences had become assured that they were 
inevitably designed for each other. 

The glowing reflection of the gorgeous sun 
had gradually faded in the western sky, and 
darkness invited myriad planets to glisten 
ever so benignly in the vast canopy of heaven. 
The shimmering moon above the horizon 
gradually mounted among the rifts of fleecy 
clouds, seeming to rise as from a baptism out 
of the rippling waters of the neighboring 
Charles. The night was indeed thrilling with 
marvelous splendor and serene magnificence. 
An unusual stillness pervaded the atmosphere, 
occasionally broken by distant sounds of 
traflfic from the town of Newton, varied often 
by innocent applause and merry voices cheer- 
ing lustily from the playground and public 
park. These two sat together and silently 
listened, supremely happy. 

Evelyn became filled with gratitude at the 
results of her labors for the benefit and advance- 
ment of the ancient and beloved town. Lind- 
say, divining her thoughts, said quietly : 


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259 


“These simple-hearted people are truly 
apjpreciative.” 

“Yes,” she replied, “the dear people! It 
has been all so easy, and such a joy to help 
them.” After a brief silence she continued: 

“This world is very beautiful, Lindsay!” 

“And wonderful,” said Lindsay. 

“Yes, wonderful,” replied Evelyn, “and a 
Universal Free Inheritance.” 


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A few months later the town of Newton 
donned its gayest attire, while the bells of St. 
Luke’s rang out their merry chimes for the 
approaching marriage of their beloved “Lady 
Bountiful” and Lindsay Livingston. The 
chapel had recently become so enlarged that it 
had expanded into a commodious church. 
After the relatives and friends had been ad- 
mitted to the ceremony, the remaining space 
was completely filled by the loving townspeople 
who fairly flocked to the edifice; while many 
simple hearts were overwhelmed with gratitude 
and admiration for their noble and munificent 
benefactress. 

Evelyn and Lindsay subsequently passed 
their winters in Philadelphia, and their summer 
season at “Fairfield Mansion,” where their 
first son and heir was born. He was chris- 
tened at the beautiful St. Luke’s Memorial, 
being lovingly and appropriately named for 
their revered Wesley Brooke. 



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